Treasure Island

SALINI NAIR

(kottayam)

I Am...............


Who are you? The self asked
It’s me
Me what for?
It’s plotted before the self
It’s your ego that controls
But the ego of what?
The self is eternal
But you look so fair on way?
It’s polished in a glorious way
But is that you in immortal way?
Its fantasy in all way
Self is mortal in rough way?
Self is protected in a creative way
When it ruins in its home?
It will break all its stone?
All says only you are immortal, not your shape?
Both abet in a strange way
Life is a mystery in all way……………

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

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