Dwarfed By Ego
Kunal Narayan Uniyal
What shatters him, is the crowd avoiding his tales of time
What rattles him, is being alone to salvage his folklores,
With all else surpassing his might
He is the champion of all cause, one salver from the self-created demonic world
He is just he, all the me, who started from me
And sadly ended with me
Bundle of ego, shrouded in his tiny, yet so worldly soul
Where he was the loner, even if surrounded with mortals
Who were dwarfed by his ruthless me, when he saw nothing beyond
Engulfed and woven tightly to use materials, to console his tainted soul
His face looked seen, that shape was similar,
thought of seeing him clear made me go near
Haze gradually parted, cloud was gone,
and that figure finally emerged from the mist and fog
It startled me, staring with wide eyes, one who had dreamt all that desire filled life
That ego shrouded soul, which was rotten to its core, was none other than me
Who am I, not what I was sent for?
So badly surrounded by clouds of ego that I can scantly see beyond
Why it consoles me, to see all in pain and me riding on mustang of pride with that dark cloud of repugnance, surrounding me all the time
That feeling of pride, when all else seems so small, crowd cheering me and me waving them all
Slowly and gradually that abhorrence creeping in, all else peaceful in their lives, me with the plume of venom, slitting my throat every time
Days are not long, when I will be staring at death from my bed of thorn
Whole bunch of ego, desire, my pride surrounding me but not a single soul by my side
Still clinging to my pitiful life, finding escape from this ungrateful world, which knew not my worth
When I was the king, I was the lord
Who stole my life, from this gather of fear, as I knew all, what made me suffer with this stunned stab, maybe my next life would be worth living for