Priyank Bhavsar

ME. . .

I'm like the shadow in the faded light; seen by all, but visible to none! I'm invisible.

I'm like the air that passes by; Felt by all, but known to none! I'm invisible.

I'm like the soul in the body; I'm like the written page of a diary; I'm like the blackness of the night; the light in the fused bulb; I'm like the thirst of the river; I'm like the wealth of the miser; the poverty of the benevolent...

I'm like the shame of a slut; the lechery of a noble; I'm like a spotless stained sheet....

I'm like the crowd in the city; and the loneliness in the country.

I'm like the scream of the mute; the hearing of the deaf; I'm like an open book...

You see me; you notice me; you read me; But you don't know me.

I'm endless; I'm forever; I'm invisible...

I'm ME. I am. . .