'who are you? '

'isn't that a stupid question?
don't you know me as indira? '

'are you that? '
'...who told you? '

'come on, that's the limit! '

'...come on, i say!
does the tree know
it's tree?
does the dog know
it's dog?
the list can be endless, you see
why this obsession
for an identity...? '

the voice faded...

08dec2009
05.34hrs

indira babbellapati

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dialogue-with-self-iii/