I kept walking for forty years;
I had my joys and my tears.
I was a daughter, mother and wife;
I was told that this is life.
I have no regrets.
I have met my targets set.
Then why this question sounds New?
When she asked me “Who are you”?
I fumbled; I stumbled.
But the question is still unanswered.
I am sad, I am nervous;
I was walking with No Purpose.
Maybe it's ok to let it go;
No one else will ever know.
Or, maybe it’s time to walk again;
To finally find “Who I Am”.
This poem is a reality of those who keep living without a 'Purpose' only to realize later how difficult it is to define their 'Why'.