What is my name?
For I know it is not the same,
I have lost my identity,
To the world’s entity.
I look towards the sunrise,
Hoping to find familiarity in the skies,
However, I find not
Any inkling of remanence I forgot.
The noise starts to grow,
A shred of memories shows,
Then the voices overwhelm,
No more I am in the same realm.
Their call I recognise not,
The people I cannot spot,
Yet they whisper nothing sweetly,
So, any hope tarnishes completely.
Then I am introduced,
All confidence is reduced,
For who am I to be called,
Because the thought of uncertainty is appalled.
They mummer with the other spectators,
Giving advice like they are dictators,
Furthering my cluelessness.
As they display their ruthlessness.
I leave the stage with tears,
Cradling all my fears,
I remember not,
My name that is sought.
Thus, I shout and plead,
My name I need,
Tell me that I am that same dame.
I ask, What is my name?
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Samara Noronha is a 15-year-old girl. She is Indian by ethnicity but grew up in Uganda. She is an academic and voracious reader who has a strong passion for poems. She loves to share her ideas through poetry.
