Who Am I

Who Am I by Vijay Sharma Erry I am not just the name they call, Not just the face you see each day. I am the whispers in my soul’s hall, The dreams that never fade away. I’m the spark in the darkest sky, The answer to my own “Who am I?” I am the footsteps that refused to stop, On roads where storms were fierce and wild. I’ve climbed from valleys to mountain tops, Still holding the heart of a child. Every scar and every tear I cry, Shapes the truth of my “Who am I?” I am the voice that speaks for the weak, The hand that lifts the fallen near. I search for wisdom the old ones seek, And guard the hopes I hold so dear. Not just to live, but to aim high, Is the heartbeat of my “Who am I?” I am the canvas of night and dawn, Painted with colors joy and pain. From every loss, a strength is born, From every drought, I learn from rain. I rise each time, I always try, To earn the right to say “Who am I?” I am the seed that breaks the stone, The river carving its destined way. I walk my path, though not alone, For love still lights my every day. The world may ask, the world may pry, But only I can know “Who