even when
a child
loses his home
never his name —
neither as an orphan nor
as a bastard.
even when a dog loses his way
back, his name is
a map in his owner's voice —
a whistle is the radar & light
in the darkest of paths
death takes the body of man
& leaves his name behind —
to invoke his ghost
is to call out his name.
your name is your soul,
your life, your fate.
your name is your future —
your golden shoes ahead
awaiting your naked feet.
your name is your past —
your fabric of today
that becomes a rag tomorrow.
your name is your present —
your searchlight for a spotlight
through the tunnel of todays.
your name is your skin
poked without any finger.
it is the voice you answer
with the pride of a patriot.
your name is your sign,
your wonders, your mystery.
your name is your self,
your image, your ego.
your name is your path
towards life, towards death.
your name is your beginning,
your end, your infinity.
your name makes you mortal.
your name makes you immortal.
Names are at the core of indentities, i would say. For name is, in essence, crystalized linguistic representation of being :) . Nice poem on important topic. Upvoting!