Who am I?
Am I a who or a whom?
Or both or neither – a which, where, why, when, how?
Who am I?
Am I the Italy in my three piece
That shines me off in places revered?
Or am I the Istanbul in this leather
That sparkles in the hot afternoon meeting?
Am I the Sinai that massages my mind
In sleep and the day when I walk
Or am I the sandy Mecca that caresses my heart
With fears and joys of the world and beyond?
Am I the Queen that oozes from my tongue
And Her Majesty’s ways I learnt two decades?
Or am I the untouched sire of the roots
From my legs deep into the soil?
Am I the rich that roves in wealth
Smiling lovers and hugs and kisses?
Or am I the random accident of nature –
What I hold did never make me?
Am I what I’m said to be
The impression of a mask never unworn –
Or am I that which I think that I am
The unacceptable things and those I accept?
Am I the making of kin and neighbour
The things I had and those I longed for?
Or am I a package completed before that birth
The angel or devil I cannot now change?
Am I my deeds of yesterday or today?
But what of tomorrow that is itself a difference?
Or am I what is done to me
For everyone is a slave to fate
Am I me or I am I
Or myself in thought and deed
Or am I nation and what it wants
And I stand for its ills and and flaws?
Am I that or this or something other
Unknown and unknown to be unknown?
Or am I what there never was, is, nor to be
Not something nor nothing?
Or this is a useless dream
That never was to be dreamt?