Identity: An Effortless Masterpiece 'Apparently'

Identity is like that bead of a necklace Or a beautiful rose of a flower vase the prettiest smile on someone's face or even a kind act in the fast world pace Yet we don't know how things might turn out Identity is a small glimpse of how something appears out there might be something more mingled with it Which is faint enough to be seen at first sight The bead of that necklace from under the seas is found as a reward of search for hours, The beautiful rose that is felt enchanting has thorns abided by in the very same body Yes! the ones present even during the time, when this rose was a bud, fresh and benign They protected it from all the ruthless beings by pricking them with their sharp carvings The prettiest smile as we all see Was once tortured by circumstances circling It had to bear the pain of faking identity in hope of never repeating again and giving it any priority, An act of kindness in the world presently, Is like a shining lamp in the darkness surrounding The darkness of cruelty that spreads far and wide And covers a distance of thousands of miles When something is identified as it appears to be It does have a background that's blurred to merely see But one day this apparent identity might exchange position with the background after having no words to explain Or make people realise the truth of its appearance And that's how "Identity shifts" come into existence....