I

Brown eyes, black hair, introversion in my DNA.
When I walk in the multitude of
human, open field, cloud and sky,
Why am I ‘I’ but nothing else?

A strange and obscure moment was seeded in a womb;
I grew for seven months in eternal darkness,
among incoherent melody of my mother,
and one night, a loud cry made my mom anxious.
It was XY, not XX. 50% was my probability and
random base pairs defined my essence.
A God was installed before morning touched me.
and a family, a society, a culture, a perception;
and a sun, a moon, million stars; all just in one sky;
and desire, lust, love;
memory of escaping to the ethereal joy!
and political systems, corruption, national pride and war;
delusion, unanswered questions, self-doubt;
fragile humanity, prejudices, changing frames of life.
If I am just a dream of my eternal sleep;
If I have an interchangeable soul,
Question remains:
Why am I ‘I’ but nothing else?
Am I just my name? homo sapiens.
What’s in a name?