Poem 27. Who Am I?

Who Am I ?

I looked into the mirror,
 looking back,was a woman .
Asked her "who are you ?"
She replied ,"You,

came,my husband ;
 asked him to take a look.
"Do you know who this is?"
Smiled, answered
"why,you my

 my children, up called
asked whether they knew her.
They said "you,our 

I wandered ,
with this question,
"Do you know who I am?"
No two answers where the same,
and I was really confused so.
Who am I really?

Am I,
what I think I am?
Or am I what others think I am?
Am I different from all these?
Who is the real,

Written for Magpie tales



Doctor FTSE said...

There is no such thing as "the self" - only the selected fictions that we present to those around us. Your poem explores this idea very cleverly.

Deborah said...

Such truth in the Rashmi, so insightful and so very well written!

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

let me know when you find out...meanwhile I will continue my search for my own I :)

Jinksy said...

Or is there an I which is different?

There is in my book! :) It's the one that makes you ask the question in the first place.

gautami tripathy said...

The I is not easy to find...I keep searching for it..

mirror at crossroads

kathew said...

we are many things to others- and another to ourselves...which is the real person?

Susannah said...

I really like this Rashmi, nice writing! :-)

My Magpie

Reflections said...

The I is ever-evolving, therefore, difficult to find because at the next moment it is no longer as it was a moment ago.

Mary said...

I understand the enigma. I do think, however, that only YOU can determine who the real you is. Thought provoking.

Anonymous said...

Nice Magpie - and a good question that we all come to sooner or later. We know instinctively that we are more than our roles...

Jingle said...

reflection tale.
love the way you do it.

Brian Miller said...

perhaps we are who we let people see...nice play on a very serious question...nice magpie!

Anonymous said...

Questions mount. Nice Mag, Love and Light, Sender

Inspired Destiny said...

I really love this poem...Are we defined by our many roles as woman or are we simply women giving definition to our roles?

Anonymous said...

I guess we are like this poem !! Reflection of our self and others' thoughts combined :)

Loved this poem !!

Peaceful Pandemonium said...

I really loved this, probably because I face those same questions myself. It seems that sometimes we lose ourselves as we become what others label us.

umapoems said...

Interesting!A single person seems to be different for different types of relations...Enjoyed it!

Judy Roney said...

A mother easily forgets herself because her time and efforts go to children, husband, family, friends. I remember when my children grew up and how I wondered about the very same thing. Who am I now? Your poem brings it all back.