Who Am I

I lost my name, I lost my faith.
I'm missing myself from the world I get.
Sometimes I found me in the burning fire,
And sometimes in the depth of the ocean.
The human being surrounds me are mostly unknown,
But the creatures for me are well known.
It's the dream or truth I dont knows,
But it's black and white were I goes.
The life is playing a game with me;
Were I have no objective complete to be.
It's a race were I am at last,
To make myself ready to go at the first.
You are thinking, I am telling you lie;
But truely-I dont know who am I..

poem by Kumarjeet Basu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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