Who am I?

I have been with people, different people

With helping hands or with eyes away

I have been in times, different times

In splash of colours or in “white and grey”

I have seen places, distinguished places

Where none survived or where creatures stay!

Some have killed the human in me

I had to treat them as they treated me

Some created an aura of life

I can’t payback in hundred lives!

Each and every moment was a fiery war

Every moment I felt I have never stressed so far

I have even been in times of immense pleasure

Which infinite tons of gold cannot measure!

Those wretched places which could scare the dead

I have dared to be there and have never fled

Even been to those lands where mermaids sing

And every month is the month known for its spring!

Such people such places such times thy diversity

I fail to understand the remorse of such infinity

Who am I? I do ask myself!

Though I don’t dare question the creativity

For the fact I know “I understand my insecurity”

I still believe to find myself is my sensitivity

Since I am a human and that’s my dignity.