I........I.............
What is this?
I have, always, been
Thinking about
This 'I'

I am not ' me' only
Not alone in this World
Counting the stars at night,
As if a  fool
Accomplished a great thing,
Lives are suffering, sufferings
are living like demons
amidst us
But,
I'am not bothered.


Blaming the scorching sunlight
Scratching the head
for silly matters
Like a worm
Trapped among the numerous red ants

When I see around
Under a huge sky,
Under a beautiful Green tree,
Beside a gorgeous flower,
I am nothing,
nothing  
more than a
tiny tosspot
addicted with 'I'