'Who am I?'
Am I the wrecked earth?
Or the cruel burning sky?
Or in between just a cry,
Vanishing, dying, who am I?
Am I the same under my skin?
Black or white, low or high,
I shed the same when I’m bruised,
Blood and tears, who am I?
I’m one soul with many faces,
Gone, invisible, hard to identify,
Long lost is my true identity,
Under the makeover, who am I?
Am I selfish, lonesome or shy?
Or a cold shoulder to rely,
Yet longing to be selfless and spry,
Behind my mask, who am I?
By Bushra
0026 hours
10 May 2007
Who am I?
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This is a very good poem. Poet has expressed her views very successfully. Attitudes of our society and double standards are also covered. This reflects how deeply our youth think about this situation. I particularly quote below the two lines:
"Or in between just a cry"
"I'm one soul with many faces"
A good attempt. Keep it up. God bless you.
Aziz Ahmed
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I think its an amazing poem. I think most of the people around us can relate to it in one way or other.I personally feel this poem has made me think about myself and for a moment I realised that I also have too many faces and I am not sure who actually I am.
simply amazing…
I am proud to know this girl.
The day I know who am I, I ll be no longer around
To find myself I sought my creation
I am here, there and in the skies up high
I am in tears, smiles and in each cry
I am around you in every place
You can find me in you, just have to try.
simply amazing…
I am proud to know this girl.
The day I know who am I, I ll be no longer around
To find myself I sought my creation
I am here, there and in the skies up high
I am in tears, smiles and in each cry
I am around you in every place
You can find me in you, just have to try.
Wot I'm is Allah's gift to me, Wot I become will be my gift to Allah.
Unlike a drop of water which loses its identity when it joins the ocean, man does not lose his being in the society in which he lives. Man's life is independent. He is born not for the development of the society alone, but for the development of his self.
queit candid poem! a search for one's self is the search for your destiny, y are you sent into this world.
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