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  141.     

Identity

Your identity is not who
you think you are,
but rather the way in
which you re-act to situations

Identity in christ,
a lot to take in,
are you going to grovel
at Gods feet and follow religion
or are you going to follow the
lord, you might be called a rebelloin

Stand before the Father and
demand what you want, oh
no you can't do that, but
listen my child, you have
that authority because christ
is your identity

What people say won't
determine your destiny
but rather what the Father
says

I made a mistake!
quick beg for mercy!
I made a mistake! ?
Father please correct me

Religion, a set of rules
The Holy Spirit, nothing but freedom

Religion, no you can't do that
The Father, go into the world my child, make
mistakes,
but remember I'm with you
every step of the way
 
Danielle Dessels

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  142.     

Just a glance

You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You've intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You've dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You've made me your bride, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
 
Amir Khusro

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  143.     

My Shadow

My shadow lives my life
With strong-mindedness;
Majestic in character and
Sophisticated in fashion
More spacious in capacity and
Efficient in activity
Than me and my own life
Growing out of my strength
It isolates me from my life
And seduces my properties
To maintain its own identity
As if old enough in humanity
To throw me away in waste container
My shadow, that I throw in the earth
Stretches my body in full
Shearing the clothes from my body
With only the skinny left over
No one can recognize me
As my own identity
I try to run away from my shadow
That chases me like a wild goose
I scan the horizon of my life
Far beyond my limitations
And search my identity
Inside me and my life
Not knowing any relation
If it exists, with my shadow
To name
 
Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

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  144.     

Primordial Identity

Primordial Identity

* Soubhagyabanta Maharana

Everyone around me
Is a strange passer-by here
To know the reality of my identity
Which has duped my innocence
With an irresistible spirit
Of surging profanity.

Years have gone by
Bidding adieu to transitory moments
And momentary events
On the sands of fleeing times
Ignoring my subtle requests
To crave for a valid individuality.

In the vicissitudes of fortune
I have come across people
Talking big before me
Belittling their image before me
Praising high of me in pretense
Speaking ill of others deliberately
To synchronize their feelings.

I know not
Who is more primitive
In attitude and etiquette
Than my innocuous self?
Everybody thinks himself
To be an icon here
Amid pretence and hypocrisy
To hide the primordial identity
That pains me very much
Looking deepening darkness around me.

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Soubhagyabanta Maharana

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