Identity
Reservoir of intelligence, beauty and passion,
And as a fairer creation,
I endeavoured for perfection.
Today I stand on tottering platform,
As a mannequin ,
Having lost my effulgence .
I am reduced to nonexistance ,
As you show the cold shoulder,
Having lost my identity.
In defiance to rejection,
As you spurn my passion,
I get annihilated.
I unwind all threads of bindings,
As for liberation of my soul,
Contrary to renunciation !!
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