WHO AM I

Bowing heads,

finding what life expects

Screening images on the box screens

With self like the movies reflects

Examining, who really thou is.

Is thou who I think?

What I have made my self to be?

Feeling free finding fate in thy face

With my doings done as I deem

As proud as peacocks and thy beauty

Is thou who people think of me?

Suffering backlash of their scrutiny

Floored, how they know what they know of me

With each meeting defining me to them

Sometimes good, sometimes bad

Leaving me dazed

To choose which to shade

That of me or the scrutiny of them?

With thoughts, if I had lied to my self

Again, I ask? Who am I?

BY ISHAQ BILAL