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'
I am addicted with myself and my life. I am lost in my own daily life like a vasp running around vacuum gaining nothing.