Multiplicity

Pity are those who hold on to identity,

I choose multiplicity;

I am my parents' treasure;

a speck of dust to the world. 

I am a wallflower,

basking in the ambiance

of a bustling crowd;

a warrior of words,

who forgets his bounds.

I am a lord over my experience;

a child to his desires. 

I am a shy lover;

a valiant dreamer. 

Pity are those who hold on to identity,

for there is beauty in multiplicity.