My Shadow Indentity Poem by Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

Inside me and myself
Sprouts up a series of the shops
The super markets
The super stores
Neither a folk tale nor a fairy tale it’s
Indeed a series of shops
Proliferates inside me, myself and my life,
Extirpates my human identities and
Camouflages my realities and my existence with shops.

Indeed the articles crafted by my hands
Reproduces now in every workshop
Encased attractively with tags, labels and barcode
Displayed inside the large glassed showroom
For sale in open markets
At a price fixed for my efforts
Only to satisfy my hunger and quench my thirst

Every shop, store & super store that
Developed inside me, myself and my life
As if a series of shops
Lie from my heads to heel
Available for sale now
My brain as wisdom
My eye as vision
My thoughts as invention
Every thing from my heart to soul
Attractively packed, labeled, tagged and bar coded
As if me myself and my life
Surrendered to the marketplace
Opening for all to bid
In global marketing network

Most fashionable suits and necktie I wore
Feeling myself as a super gentleman
Is nothing, but only a lucid exposure,
Qualifying my creativity
Advertising my superiority and
Displaying my destiny
To suffice the most attractive bid
For me and myself
In the open markets of the world
As my own products do
In shops, stores and super stores.

Copyright 2003 Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar