True Identity Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the pleasant evening
Of the wonderful season
I was wandering
With real ease and spontaneity,
I had no anxiety whatsoever,
All of a sudden,
I met a great stranger,
He was gentle and sober,
We talked to each other for a long time,
Then I asked him,
'What is your name? '
He smiled and said,
'I am anonymous, '
Being surprised,
I said to him,
'How is it possible? '
The stranger gently said to me,
'Dear friend!
It is possible,
My anonymity is my true identity
And I am proud of it.'