Searching for My Face in A Crowd
 
 I looked at the red rose,   the first person created   an imaginary garden for the real rose,   he was a dreaming artist;   the second person compared the rose   with the beauty of my beloved;   he was a romantic poet,   the third person thought of 6800 Angstorm   and the pigments that make it red;   he was a scientist,   the fourth person concluded :   the colour was added to the rose   to attract insects to pollinate;   he was a naturalist,   the fifth person tried to find out   whether or not the existence of the rose   depends on the observation of the observer;   he was a philosopher.     I was startled   to know how much I had found out   about myself   just by looking at the rose   that I am a crowd,   I am as diverse as the nature itself,   I am a bunch of strings   each of which creates a divine music,   yet, I am a bunch of contradictions   put into well-defined Pandora's boxes.     When I was searching for my face in this crowd   wondering either I am all the faces or n...
 
 
 
