an introduction

the present trend of a blog culture has caused quite a ripple in my family. even my 83 yearold gran mom is enthralled by the prospects of blogging (courtesy my over enthusiastic pishi who's an avid blogger). so after much encouragement, i too have decided to be a part of the big "blogger" community. i actually have no idea what to blog about, so i decide to take a safe route and blog one of my poems for beginners. this poem reflects the kind of person that i am, and more on my temperaments.

Nameless

Nameless is without identity,
Nameless is anonymity.
Nameless is an unspoken rift,
Nameless is the direction of a drift.
Nameless is a smile in pain,
Nameless is a glare in disdain.
Nameless is love and faith,
Nameless is betrayal and hate.
Nameless is a rule without authority,
Nameless is my entirety, my identity.

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