Identity Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Identity



So much around but
nothing is attached!
Just a routine hoopla
of collecting rubbish.
A carry-forward brouhaha
for decorate goals.
No regrets.. but
identity is a must.
Oust fractured thoughts
and day-dreams.Hold on
the smouldering anger.
Get an identity dear
and be on top of
Who's Who list.
Without it nothing
can be perfect.

Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
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