Who Am I?

By Kaveri Talukder

No one knows who I am

And how wonderful is that.

For a while 

I can just exist, 

And that is enough.

No name,

No face, 

No role to take.

The white noise of 

People talking in the 

Background, 

And a dozen colours 

That splash before my eyes.

Here I'm not categorized

As good nor bad;

I'm not categorized 

As a gift nor a burden;

I'm not categorized as 

Lucky nor unlucky. 

Being alone in a crowd

I can let my intrusive thoughts run wild

As schools of shoes scurry past me 

I can finally  

Get lost in the moment,

Because no one knows 

Who I am. 

By Kaveri Talukder