Who Am I? Poem by Aafaq Ahmad

Who am I?
Every hour I create my new identity,
Every hour a mysterious hand moves,
With a compass on my point,
To draw a new circle around me
Circle upon circle,
Each circle is given a new name,
I am farther away from my true identity,
Who I am?
I am concealed within the circles,
My circles are the expressions of my being,
My each expression is different-
Contradicting and competing,
I am the centre of all circles,
I am the invisible hand-
That moves the compass,
I am the creator, I am the destroyer,
I am the inventor, I am the innovater,
I am the seer, I am the blind,
I am the hearer, I am the deaf,
I am the speaker, I am the dumb,
I am the doer, I am the non-doer,
I am the thinker, I am the thought,
Nothing moves unless I move,
I am a multidimensional being,
But still concealed and invisible,
God has made me in His image,
Somebody has given Him my name
I am nothing!
Can nothing be given a name?

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