Just to break the routine

I believe Love and Pain are the origin of great literature. Though i may have missed chances or never had any of the feel for former, the latter drove me to write this. This will not be a regular blog but this post is my first poem on "Who am I?". The question that many searched for and very few realized. I am still in the cocoon of this self driven society but still to give it a try... here it goes:

Who am I?

Born to be cool, raised as boredom;

Born with virtues, cultivated by social evils;

Born as a human, living like a peasant;

Born for a purpose, existing to solve what the riddle is;

Oh! The power above me, sans my qualms and arise me from the ashes.

Birth, due to a false feel of pleasure;

Life, on false hopes of satisfaction;

Death, a never wanted wish;

Judgment, an unsolved mystery;

Oh! The power above me, sans my qualms and arise me from the ashes.

- Please make me realize "Who am I?"