You may know me.
But you do not know the other me.
Even my parents and siblings do not.
I come from another State.
Even if, you know I come from your State.

This is another me.
Two beings from birth.
Or let’s say.
Two or more.
Because even I.
You do not know the flower,
I am made of.

Call me, Mr Poetry.
For sure, I know that so well.
Call me, Mr Creativity or Imaginator.
For sure, I know that so well.

But for the other beings, I know not.
Hmmm…! What an irony!

For it was in Creativity that I was birthed and baptized.
I was First deflowered by her.
It was in her virginity, I became a virgin.
Therefore, you can call me a Virgin Writer.
Or Pure Creator.
Or a Romantic Poet.

But yet, the other side of me, I know not.
I am not bothered.
Because THE STANCE OF TIME shall tell me that.

For it was, through her,
That my dynamism became stereotyped.
I make no war with HER.
No…! How can I?
For it is just like the Elephant making war with Mother Earth.
She would swallow him up.

I come in peace.
In aqua, come I.