The lonely mind

justoneofmillion

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:salam2:A thought provoking poem i came across.

Who are you?
Do you think you are light?
No
Do you think you are bright?
No
Who are you?
You are not what they call you,
You are not what they say about you,
You are not:
From the country you were born,
The religion they asked you to follow on and on,
The position you claim,
The heart, mind or soul,
What you really think you are
Then,
Who are you?
Do you think you belong to this universe?
Do you think you got your conscious?
You are not what you think.
You are neither who you pretend to be,
Not you are told.
Then,
Who are you?
There is someone who looks from your eyes,
There is somebody who feels what you touch,
There is someone who gets hurt,
There is someone who lives inside you,
Then,
Would you mind?
If I would suggest,
You are killing that very someone inside you,
Why and how?
These questions of intellect:
Who are you?
Nobody would satisfy you by any answers,
I know you are not what they said you are,
Then,
Who are you?
The very life is given inside you
And taken away,
The purpose is not to survive,
The purpose is to give
You are written script of that very someone inside you,
You are artist playing drama of the Play,
You are nobody,
But you are somebody,
And that very somebody is not you
But of what you will make.
The lonely mind is asking:
Who are you?

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