Who am I?

A poem for those lost in life.

Yashvardhan Jain
1 min readSep 19, 2021
Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash

A doctor, a pilot, a man building buildings,

Every kid in your class has a dream they’re singin’.

Your turn! You can think of none, so you just lie,

Each morning, every night; just one question: who am I?

A pen, a bat, a laptop, or a guitar,

Every teen’s got a compass; there’s his north star.

Too many stars, blinding light, you try but can’t fly,

Every Sunday, every Monday; just one question: who am I?

A writer, a poet, a player, engineer,

Graduation — indecision, failure, and fear.

Grim walls close in; all doors: access denied!

Every story, every song; just one question: who am I?

Blink! You’re an unprepared grown-up,

Wanting stars, desperate lies are all you can muster up.

Yet you burn, in your ambition, so you just try,

Open your heart and get unlost; someday you’ll know: who am I?