“ Who am I ” , I often ask, Beneath this smile, behind this mask? Not just a name, a face, or role, But something deeper—a timeless soul. In the stillness of the night, I ponder deep, A question stirs my soul from sleep, “Who am I?” echoes through my mind, A quest for truth, a journey to find. Am I the child with dreams once bright, Or seeker drawn to truth and light? Each step I take, each tear I cry, Brings me closer to the “Who am I?” “Who am I”? ?? I am the laughter that dances free, The heart that beats in harmony. Yet in my silence, shadows loom, Fears that linger, doubts that bloom. I am the child who played in the sun, The fleeting moments, the joy of fun. The dreams I chased, the paths I chose, A tapestry woven, where each thread flows. I am the silence in the storm, The shapeless soul, beyond all form. Not bound by caste, nor creed, nor name— A spark divine, eternal flame. Not just the job, the house, the car, My essence travels far beyond the star. ...