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What is the identification of Man?

                         Is this just his name and fame?

                         Or he can be recognized by his flames

                         Or by those who play the roles of waves

                          Or by wealth he gains by fowl games

                           Or by the qualities which seem to be rare

                           Or by the deeds of their heir.

                         It’s abstruse to tell the meaning

                         Why then everyone behind leaning

                          This is a mirage

                           Which nobody would be able to find in this or next age

                            It seems its in the cage

                            This can’t be discovered by affection or hate

                             Identification doesn’t mean to be known

                             It is what we do for the world wide and broad

                              Then the meaning will be clear

                              And you will be its ‘near’.

                             Sangeeta Chaudhary