IDENTITY

 


I was the greatest
best archer amongst all
was slave of identity
reason for my fall

Son of a charioteer
that was my name
why did I care
ego, played its game

to get new identity
every thing i gave
in the whole process
I became the slave

Such was the greed
to show my talent
became part of race
self, did it silent

what I was looking
acceptance from the other
what's right or wrong
I, did not bother

I did not change
god showed me way
being slave of identity
what people will say

I was so weak
needed identity to hide
wasted all my talent
serving the wrong side



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