Who am I in this vast, open earth of different species A species of the human race created from a clot of blood in the womb of a woman One of a billion or more humans all created in the same way But why was I created, what is my purpose on this vast earth For surely nothing was created without purpose, otherwise why create at all?
So I was born in a hospital somewhere and there was happiness all around upon my arrival. A new addition to the family someone to carry on the family name I came into this world crying and all around me people were laughing with joy If my arrival brought happiness why was I crying so much? And so begs the question who am I and why was I created?
Like all humans, I was given a name to identify and make me unique. Different cultures have different ways and different ceremonies to name their newborns. But how come of all the species on this earth only human beings have names Why don't animals, birds, insects who also produce offspring don't give names
So why was I created and what is my purpose on this earth? I am still trying to find that out, just like a billion other human beings After all, it cannot be that we were just put here on this earth Everything that is here was put here for a purpose, a reason
I am sitting at a roadside café relishing the taste of freshly brewed coffee. The waiter who brings me my coffee and croissants knows why he is there To ensure the food and drinks I have ordered get to me on time The right things are delivered to the right people at the right time
I also know why I am at the roadside café sipping hot coffee and enjoying hot delicious croissants. I am searching for the answer to my lifelong question Who am I? I gaze deeply into my coffee, hoping to find the answer there But all I see is a hot brown liquid with a fresh sensory smell
This Poem Is About The Question Man Has Been Having For Time immemorial But Upto Now No Satifactory Answer Has He Found.