I like it too- when I see you pulling out your identity,
That has fallen in the lacuna,
Imbibing confidence in your cell,
In the pitch dark silence,
In all glory that you deserve.
Wash it and reuse,
It is still you in this dehumanizing world,
After all, if there is a place for you,
It is in my gallery of fascinations,
And I have pinned your heart atop on my eternity list.
You got exposed in the purity test,
Now it is time to save your identity,
Give no more chance to push it in to unwanted spaces,
For I have mixed poison in the vacant spaces,
And you be ‘YOU’ forever,