Ponder

I am the same....
Who was born with the same name....
With the feelings I had in early years....
But which changed over the same years.....
Years in struggle of hopes in this world.....
Hopes which were crushed by the same world....
World which gave me emotions to relate with people...
Emotions which were fiddled by the same people....
People who bade me values to lead my life...
Values which were shattered in the same life....
Life I made strife to carry on with love...
Strife which defeated the same love......
Love which remains lone, now, within....
So much has changed in the same within....
That I recall myself as if I were only a dream...
Oh Mother Nature! ...and still I am the same Hareem....