I and the mirror

Every morning when I come across the mirror,

I find an unknown Asking me questions;

For which I have no answers.

Who am I?Why am I?

From where have I come?What is my destination?

In this world of hypocrisy,What is my identity?

What is my identity in this world of crores?How many know me out of my doors?

Why to struggle and feel proud,

If the final dress is only shroud?

If nothing will go with me,

Why to fight with destiny?

I see the mirror in the evening again,

To face myself in a different lane.

Although, I am not known to many people,

But I am also as superior as Einstein and Newton.

I have to live, to make this world happier;

To contribute something great, not known ever.

I have to live such a life,That my death brings tears to some eyes.

I have to live to answer the mirror with dignity;To find who am I, and what is my identity.