My Name



Everyone asks what's your name?
I try to think my name
What's my name?
I lift my eyes
And see the dark clouds
Sailing over the boundless sky
Is my name Dark?

Since I lost my memory
It's become very hard
To recollect my identity
Every time my friends ask my name
I'm bewildered and lost
What's my name? I ask myself
I can't get any answer
My mind goes blank

The funniest thing in my life is that
I know all my friends
And all my surrounding
Everything seems familiar
I remember the soothing wind
And the silver floating cloud
What's the use of everything
If one is unknown about one's own identity
This sucks...not knowing my name sucks...





Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2010-09-19 at 10:26

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Libyan Rose
Our names are who we are ,it's a part of us..without it u feel lost .
Meaningful peom. Thanks for share it us
2010-09-19