Real Identity Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

At last it is found
which lost somewhere in life
Identity that lost somewhere
Looked into the whole places gone
Looked into the home to find it
My identity is crucial for myself in life
when I grew and grayish my hair
What else the hope of identity at all
Asked my friends, but I refused to reject
I knew without identity existence is lost
At last in a moment I remembered where it is
It is kept in my village home and village
Which my identity is closely attached
I am a village man and my identity is just like it
Not in the busy streets of this mega town
Or busiest ways it is lost for ever
The relations became pretension in walks of life
The identity is there one where he is born.