You are the missing part of the puzzle,
Not the existing one easily available.
The mystery of ancients,
Unsolved and elusive!
The firefly scampering from one timber to another.
Mythical at times, getting caught by none.
Have your possession with you,
Losing them would undermine.
You are a living warrior,
free your wings and fly.
Let them dig through you,
Crave for your existence.
You aren’t the one effortlessly given.
Don’t be comprehended by them,
You are worthy of the suspension.
These eyes are a combination,
Of golden sludge in the sun.
When they’ll discover you, they’ll see,
The bizarre part within,
Until then it will be an ambivalence,
an uncommitted sin!