Identity by Harshal Desai
Identity Oft I wonder, of who am I? What is it that defines I? Am I a poet? I weave pretty words in verse verily from the heart, And I pour pieces of myself in sonnet and soliloquy, To add to this new world some beauty and wonder? I know I can't stay bound and follow iambic pentameter Am I a visionary perhaps? Leading my band of misfits to create magical solutions A world filled with creativity and design, shaping the future, for the self, an empire of mavericks set out to do good, I know I am not, I could care less about building empires. Ah, I am a Designer & Photographer...right? Seeing the soul of nature and interpreting it in art, As I stare the nuances of this world, peek at its secrets, giving them form through art or photos for the world to see. I know this is false too. These are hobbies, not identities. What am I? A son?A husband?A father? A boss?A leader?A director? A lover?A giver?A l...