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What's in My Name: My Image, My Identity

Anupam, a teacher by profession has been passionately writing poems and stories as a hobby for more than two decades.


Neither the place to dwell forever here

Nor do we have a mighty body eternal,

Then what to do with this name surreal,

However, it appears to be pleasant or dear.

All the luxuries and the sparkling days will disappear

Every individual at the peak will have to fall down,

Neither your colour, your status nor your region will matter,

One day you will have to bow down and surrender.

Who can build one's future with just the infinite efforts,

Everyone is forced to walk into the dark bushy roads,

Time isn't such a companion who can give you any support,

He can deject you changing his colour at any moment.

When we have to leave this whole world one day,

The five elements are to be returned to the cosmos,

Then what's the need to cry for the fake name or fame,

That's not carried along with the eternal soul at the end.

May be the name of mine shows my ideal identity,

Does that show my gender or my character in reality?

Does that present my identical image with my dignity?

Then how my name is significant for my virtual prosperity?

I have been named Anupam which means unique

The one who cannot be compared with anyone else,

So are each and every creature on this universe,

As every life that breathes is different from the others.

It's true that not everyone knows the meaning of my name

A few who know are just critics to mock at every deed of mine,

And a few others considered it as a source of love and divine,

Maybe this will stay forever, even when I'll leave for the clandestine.

© 2020 Anupam Mitu


Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on December 11, 2020:

Thank you, dear Vanita.

Loads of love for you too.

Vanita Thakkar on December 10, 2020:

Nice one, Anupam. Loved reading it. There is a feel of our old hymns / bhajans in this poem which speak of transience of physical form and attributes related to it. Love and best wishes to you.

Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on December 09, 2020:

So true dear. We are mere dust but visualise us as the owner of this universe and that's the worst illusion. I am going to write a long analysis of what kind of transformation I have seen within me and my students in my teaching journey. Lots of love and blessings.

Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on December 09, 2020:

Thank you, Umesh for reading it and appreciating it. And when I see Navi Mumbai, it feels like you stay nearby. :)

Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on December 09, 2020:

Ann, you are gorgeous! Your look is filled with love and confidence. God bless you dear.

Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on December 09, 2020:

Thank you so much dear for your love-filled words.

Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on December 09, 2020:

Thank you so much, dear. This is my lifeline but because of so many excuses, I have to take a few pauses. Hope to continue without a pause without a promise.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on December 09, 2020:

An excellent poem, Anupam. Great to see a new article by you. Our names are important to an extent, especially our surnames, for carrying on a family line and leaving something to remember our existence by, but they don’t define who we are or our character. That is up to us.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on December 09, 2020:

Well written and thoughtful poem.

Yes, everyone has to go one day. What remains here, is the remembrance of good work, which we do.

Thank you for sharing.

Ann Carr from SW England on December 09, 2020:

Such a thoughtful poem, making us ponder on the meaning of life and the importance or otherwise of our names. I find family names (surnames) important, and in that sense my own name, as it follows others in the family - named after someone who was special in my parents' eyes. But you're right in saying that it doesn't matter what our name is, it's what we do and how we are that counts the most.

Well constructed.


Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on December 09, 2020:

Very nice poem. Keep up your good work. God bless you.

Liliane Najm from Toronto, Canada on December 09, 2020:

From dust we are, To dust we return. Knowing where we are going to end ought to encourage us to do better. Alas! most of us are still blinded by empty fame and the need for recognition.

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