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.