Celebration Of Identity

My real identity lies covered under many masks

Don't try to unravel me; it's a hard task

Behind every mask, you will find another and another

It's hard to figure me out when they all are together

Sometimes it's the good one and sometimes the evil me they seek

Pardon me. It's the mask that freaks.

With all those masks, I walk around,

No one can identify me as well all walk on the same ground.

Let's call it individuality crises

As no masks come in color and sizes

You, who were dancing yesterday

Had become one witch, I'm all the day

This masquerading touches its crescendo

When even the young one join this memento

Massive destruction on a peaceful place,

It'll build,

No one knows what it will yield

Indeed it will leave a sense of guilt

Now it seems late, that one's identity can again be built.

Destruction has started

Many killed and others looted

Let me stop this evil that is rooted

In the ground that we stand

Find your true self and come along

Together we, in no time, will make it end

Apart from this destruction will be a song

Of humanity, peace, and dignity

Where everywhere together will celebrate

The celebration of identity.