Mr. Schmidt was in the park
The name tag on his neck
announced everyone that
he was Helmut Schmidt.
In case if he was missing
the nursing home could be
informed.
Mr.Schmidt does not know
his name or any details of him.
He lost all those information.
If the name tag is stollen
he is nobody.
I sat close to him and said
I am nobody too.
He gave a sweet smile.
It does not mean that he understood
the enigma. It was his usual smile.
Am I the baby in the cradle or
the boy going to the school?
The teenager behind the girl?
The lover and father of two?
They were all forms of a
changing world.
Relentless change.
A banana becoming a monkey
and a monkey becoming a
leopard after a hunt.
The elephant dung becomes
a Beatle too.
In this amazing cinematic
world my memories hold me
as who I am.
When that is lost
I am nobody.
© nanu