Who Am I

Who am I !! That's a question, I haven't asked myself..
A question I have to think about...Am she that has moved from here,
A long long time ago but each time I comeback...
They ask who are you? am I stranger,I don't look and sound the same, 
Even my accent has changed, as they ask yet again "who are you"?...
I started from here where the flowers grow, those yellow white blue petals,
In the morning dew..Of the rain that constantly falls,
Making my little corner of the world memorable..like those unsung words ,
And the unwritten story's that have been kept for me. But who are you? 
Am she the girl that was the best of the lot ..so they'd say...
They never emphasised, they wouldn't say .. 
She's suppose to be a good looker, except she didn't know it, so innocent was she...
I have written some pages, oh I don't know, I can't remember...
Such a long time ago..as I knock on the door of the old abode I shout is anyone there.
A voice asked, Who are you? Why couldn't anyone remember me...
Got tired of them asking who are you? The afternoons through the evening,
The long nights that I roamed...the streets that I roamed, trying to find myself, for no one knew of me..
But you've been away a long long time!! 
I have been away. But am back. 
Back here to my roots, where its light ,where the sun the rain, 
The darkness the light and the day & night. 
Then when night I will write, and after the first line...
I'll be hungry for the words that'll follow, 
Like a bird in the desert looking for water thirsty for the knowledge, 
Knowing here I am, in the rain. Yes my words. And you always.