Written by: Saanvi Adhikari - 25058, Grade XI
Posted on: 11 March, 2024
Me and my identity,
Hidden within me.
How are you?
Many eyes, different faces to look at
My distinct form in their faces
But the same 'me' that I have always carried
But something instead,
They do it themselves.
Many 'you' stories,
My name is the same.
But you need to look at it differently to know
What I barely understand.
How much 'you' has been made inside 'me'?
For the question everyone raises.
I have a separate 'you' answer,
They are scattered on the pages of wise,
Many of my 'you' form colors,
They are woven into different threads.
The essence of my behavior: but,
I am the 'me' that I know
Which perhaps only I know, really.
One question I would like to ask others—
How did you find me lost in those 'I' forms of 'you'?
Deception of sight,
How do you accept the scars of thinking?
I feel like I am with this 'I'
This 'I' seems to be me
That I do not know that 'I' was lost?
