An Incessant Cry Poem by Dhananjay Kumar

I hear inside an incessant cry
Of the petty little self-'I' and 'my'
It smells a stroke and wags its tails
Eager to serve and all that entails
Be it an oblique comment in banter
It rattles the smug and provokes its anger
Much as I do try to overthrow its yoke
It tightens its grip rendering my struggles a joke
And, I dare to criticize advice and preach!
Still groping in the dark and struggling to reach!
My lot ought to be to merely grow within
Irradiate the growth and glow in perfect serene
For, my weary friends may find yet some light
In my innumerable falls but a constant fight