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My Name Is Mom

It was brought to my attention after I became a Mom
That I was no longer me, but someone I’d become
I am still the same person that I was before the kids
But the reference to my identity was different before this.

Now I’m someone’s Mom, I don’t even have a name
And I was slow to notice it, so who was I to blame?
Someone I barely know quizzically looks at me and says
I think I know your daughter, she’s in my daughter’s class.

My name is D. I tell her and she looks at me confused
She’s waiting for my last name so it will give her clues
And here I must confess that her name as well eludes me
But her daughter’s name is Nancy, that’s ironic don’t you agree?

So for those of you awaiting the blessed event of your first child
Remember the words I’ve written here for one day you will smile
When that little boy or girl grows up and steals your identity
You’ll have to stop and remember just who you used to be.
Donna McCord

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The Forest

Inside me blossoms a dense forest
From the roots of my body hairs,
Faster than the eternal verities of my life
Running after time,
Disperses over my whole body
From my head to heel
Towards my armpits, chest and groin,
Hides my identity as human under a bushel
And deters my skin's feeling
From the warmth of the sun,
As the whole Amazon forests do.
In the world of my own,
My closest relation that agglutinates
My life and my identity,
Adheres in every nook and cranny
The slippery moss by the grasses
Which merges into the dense forests
And shrouds my true face,
My eyebrow, my moustache and my beards
Only visible are my forehead and my pupil,
My nostril and my lips
The hairs in my body and armpits
As the roots of the tree
Grows faster into the dense forests that
Anchors my whole body to the planet
To relinquish myself to the forests
My own pride that's dedicated to be
Out of the dense forest
Segregates me and myself from my existence
As the serpent peels up his skin
But waives
As a faithful and civilized human
To the densely forest
Blanketed all over my body
Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

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Return My Identity

Can you return my love?
my stretched land of love for you.

Can you return me my wait?
my long wait to have a glance of you.

Can you return me my days?
my painful lonely days just for you.

Can you return me my nights?
my sleepless nights awake in your dreams.

Can you return me my smile?
my sunny smile shaded by a flood of tears.

Can you return me my embrace?
my tight embrace to grace you in arms.

Can you return me my kiss?
my passionate kiss which was just for you.

Can you return me my identity?
my bright identity which I lost
in the quest to win and acquire you.
Soumita Sarkar Ray

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Life Demands

Seek out the wisdom to hold your body as a treasure,
To train it in the ways of the Lord not just pleasure.

To seek the deeper identity of true life,
To build communal harmony despite strife.

Action, creativity and love all abilities of deeper identity,
Be not trapped in a superficial personality.

Boldly carry the essential truth, above all slime,
Instill inside a vital and dynamic sense of time.

Be not confined by the religious and cultural expressions of past,
The truth demands reformation and fresh expression to last.

Rising from the labyrinth of materialistic and commercial culture,
We must defeat the nasty greedy egotistical Vulture.

Perveiz Ali

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