Identity..

The onslaught of my modesty

And existence

In the brutal society,

Manufactured a rebellious bird in me

And

It never tried to quell its anger, discharging fire

To finish everything,

Spoiling aesthetic nature.

Nature lost every pride

And it's pulchritude,

The tree succumbed to lose its vitality.

To calm me down

And to control the annihilation,

She incarnated herself into a blissful woman.

The halo of her killed

The rebellious bird in me,

Giving birth to my own identity.

Again, I fell in love with life.

Again, I discovered the reason to survive.

I Iept with her in love to love the aesthetic nature

And the surrounding ambience.