Who am I?

Everyday, I walk through the Bazar,
watching the spectacles of life,
Probing at every shop, 'who am I'

Observing the wind a Chime Maker says to me
"I'm the joy of a breeze
and I'm the fury of the storm"

Engrossed in his art an Artist tells me
"I'm the finesse of a brush stroke
and i'm the muddle of spilled colors"

At the next stop an astrologer utters
"I'm the fortune of symmetric stars
and I'm the catastrophe of unaligned planets"

I hear a hawker passing by saying
"I'm the respite of the winter sun
and I'm the restlessness of scorching heat"

A potter with pleasant smile says to me
"I'm the tenderness of the clay
and I'm the grit of a pot hardened in the heat"

A postman on his bicycle stops by and says
"I'm the ecstasy of the letter from beloved
and i'm the longing in the wait for next"

A bookseller greets me with his thoughts
"I'm the wisdom of the learned
and I'm the folly of an unwise"

On my march I meet a philosopher and he says
"I'm the integrity of an honest
and i'm the hypocrisy of a wicked"

I come across the last shop of the bazar,
it is as empty as the desert,
it utters through its emptiness
"I'm the light filling the cosmos
and I'm the void in the space"

Falls the day and I come home,
In the dark of the night I gaze the sky
Play of the life unfolds in front of my eyes
None was the shopkeeper but
me telling 'who am I'