No one can touch me

I am very fragile

Yet manage to break me

It's too late to realize


Every creature out there

Possess one of my kind

Some express freely

Yet many happens to hide


I have many identities 

Some fake, some real

Time and situation guides

The form i will appear


Many tried to control me

Yet utterly failed

For there are some moments

I succeeded to escape


I am the first

You are introduced 

When you are born

Out of my variations 

Which one do you adore?

◄ A Mighty Word

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Thu 25th Jun 2020 06:16

I appreciate your words. Thanks a lot


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Abdul Ahmad

Wed 24th Jun 2020 21:18


A fragile and elusive changeling! Quite a creature conjured up in this poem.



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