There is an unknown bliss
A state called anonymity
Fixated with popularity you miss
A state called sanity

To yearn for popularity
Is a waste of time in reality
Try to be content in anonymity
Else lose calm & originality

Starving to become popular
Renders you restless and uncontrollable
Anonymity isn't only just unparticular
It's a blessing in disguise ; cherishable

At Onset a pleasure soon it torments
Getting paparazzied a nuisance
In Anonymity may find qualitative moments
One gets rid of all that is annoyance

One is being conscious all the time
Forcing a cloak and smile that is fake...