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Sep 18
A MERE MORTAL

So ordinary,  just a miniscule little creature created I am, by the  greatest of all, all-powerful  Ahura

A spec of dust or a grain of sand,  or perhaps a drop of water, in this universe,  created by mighty Mazda

Wish I to know why, then, we men ordinary,  mere mortals, think so much, n so high about ourselves?

Why do even scholars great, learned men like Ravan fail? How do we correct or control ourselves ?

Why do we have an ego so inflated, when we are, just a bubble? Why in this mere mortal does ego dwell ?

Like a flooded, destructive river or sometimes even like a huge mighty tsunami wave, it does swell

O kind  Lord, help this mere mortal, to this ego problem understand; where stands this thin line between ego n self respect?

Confused, entangled into my own web I get; a mere mortal, my own decision,  I  sometimes suspect.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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