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Identity
by Rhea Kumar
Many people believe identity is our name
But what if our names were the same?
Such an incident had occurred at one time
In a city with a lot of glamour and shine
The mayor was looking for a certain man
Who was the descendant of an army man
Who had served the army years ago
Faithfully and loyally, without any ego
He had given up his life for the nation
And he certainly needed a standing ovation
But of course, since he was dead
The applause would go to his descendant instead
He was to receive a cash prize
That would make him wealthy for the rest of his life
His identity, his name was Hector Wright
With a beard and moustache, so snowy white
When the name was announced, a huge crowd was present
Most of which contained old and retired men
First a stout man walked across the masses
With a white moustache which looked like molasses
“I’m Hector, hand over the money!”
“Its not him, he’s lying!” retorted a voice sweet, as honey
The mayor turned to see another chap
Who had a broken leg, the result of some mishap
Before anyone could say anything, another walked up
Carrying a long cane with a parrot at the top
And soon there were more, till there were millions
All with white hair, and breath smelling like onions
And all of them opened their mouth
To say they were Hector Wright, without any doubt
And you could not tell one from the other
It was as if they were all twin brothers
Soon there was a heated argument
No one could understand a single sentence
But no one knew who actually had the identity
Of all the men gathered in the city
The mayor was perplexed, how could this be
How could all of them have the same identity?
He scratched his head in irritation
And pondered over the difficult situation
Towards the mayor all of them dashed
And climbed onto him, to extract the cash
But were soon pushed back by the security
Who did not care about their identity
“Stop, stop!” the mayor gave a choked cry
It took a while till the crowd fell quiet
As soon as that happened, a man came
With no white hair, and no cane
“Mr Mayor, we have received a report!” he said
“That Mr. Wright is long dead
A year ago, the descendant of the general
Passed away with a heart attack so lethal!”

Rhea Kumar,Class 7, New Delhi
11-Jan-2009
 
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