Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Signature


Signature am I,
Who praise the identity
By unveiling the soul.
Signature was I,
Who shed tears
By hiding in a den.
Signature am I,
Who killed the inferiority
By digging the superior traits.
Signature was I,
Who was abandoned
By the pompous masks.
Signature am I,
Who won the temptations
By the trophies and victories.
Signature am I, 
Who took birth
From the graveyard
And from the toil of years!
At last I am the signature
Who won the dignity,
From the past  of negligence.

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