Who Am I ?

I was asked to have a photo of my face,

I was asked to give a proof of my age,

I was asked to share my residential address,

I need to have an email

For entry to digital cage.

I need to prove my abilities

By stamping over others'

I need to be a gentleman

To preserve the Dignity of dead forefathers.

I require money I require fame

I require ranks for every game

I need to sit for tests, impress minds

To acquire an identified name.

I sat one evening close to a sea

And observed the hovering clouds

The moon observing me, lovingly,

The waves roaring about their strength aloud.

Neither ranks nor names

Neither positions nor fame

Neither pride nor shame

Neither idleness nor games bound them.

They are Natural, and I, their lost child.