IDENTITY

Identity

Seasons may come and go,

Hope, like a bird may fly away,

Passion may break its wings against iron bars of fate,

Illusions may crumble as the cloudy towers of sunset flame,

Faith as a running water, may slip from beneath our feet,

Solitude may stretch itself around us like the measureless desert sand,

Old age may creep as the gathering night over our bowed heads grown

hoary in their shame,

YES......................

Bound to fortunes wheel,

we may taste every turn of chance..

Now rule as kings, now serve as slaves,

Now love, Now hate,

Now prosper, Now perish,

Now friends, Now foes,

But still, through all, we are the same...

For this is the marvel of Identity