Materialism Vs Spiritualism


WHO AM I?

I don't have any identity of own,
They say you are a man and a son.
That rubbish is just to be shown.
One says I'm a God, another Devil,
Nobody knows what my identity is?
They just view and title me with civil or evil.

Ha! How foolish they are?
One can't justify my identity just viewing me so far.
Today this world says me this and tomorrow that,
How easily they hang a chevron on my neck?
Stop throwing these cheap stripes on me for God sake,

Though thousands of mass strip my soul into splinters,
But still I fail to represent myself as I among those poisonous stingers.
Am I belong to Alias given by unknown person or have my own.
What an adulterate and unusual world is this?
Just to have own identity I'm living departing with peace.

Where are you? Where are you man (identity)?
I need you, right now right here
So that I could seal,
And sew those faking mouths, forever.




Poetry by Zalan
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Written on 2009-08-26 at 07:46

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Blilith
This prose was witten from your heart and soul, the way it should be done. I had so much empathy with your words. I loved the style, write more.
Blessed Be
2011-12-18