Who Am I?

Who am I?

Standing in this box -

A four-walled structure

Of brick sand and thoughts

 

I walk out of this box

Just to get into another

With four wheels and a steering

To reach my place of work

 

I walk out of that again

To get into one more

The cubicle at my work place

To perform another role

 

What follows next

As the dusk starts to set

I again change boxes

In the reverse flow to bed

 

Who am I?

Is a question

That haunts me everyday

Changing boxes and roles

Every now and then

 

Who am I?

Is a question

I often ask myself

 

Am I someone

More or lesser

From the several roles I dress

 

Changing characters

And attires

I often get perplexed

 

Don't we at times

Fake ourselves

With fabricated faces

 

Who am I?

I still ponder

Trying to get out of

Another box

 

I want to get liberated

Of all constraints and bonds

 

And that way

May be some time

I will have a notion

That may satiate

My perpetual quest

 

And I may settle

With an answer

To the question -

Who am I?