I have got no face, no identity
My name doesn't matter, nor does my reality

My existence serves no purpose, my blabber means nothing
My views has got no value, my breathing is no living

Nothing is what Hippocratic world means to me,same to dem ,do I
A chirping bird, a flowing river my inspiration, so are the empty skies

But my poems live for me, and that is what I live for
This is what I am to outer world, this is my real inner core

We all are mortals, nobody till eternity will survive
My words make me immortal, like others I do not strive

The symphony of night is my music, the rhythm of silence my duet
In this world of million faces, M just AN ANONYMOUS POET