Ego, What Makes It Go Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I once asked my ego what makes it go,
What with vain-glory vanity and pride:
It's not I that's on a vainglorious ride,
Nor is arrogance my fuel, ye know,
Nor vanity be the vehicle I use,
Nor I, me, mine be my identity,
Puff and pride never within me suffuse,
What I can't stand is soul's divinity—
That he and Him from same lineage are lined.
My claim is humble and quite down to earth,
Unlike him, I am my own unique kind,
Discerning few do know my genuine worth,
My sphere's Earth, heaven nor yet nearer sky,
Confuse me not with id, nor super I.
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Freud gave the terms id, ego, and super ego, which someone interpreted as ‘it' (instinctive impulses inherited as part of the unconscious) , the ‘I', and ‘beyond I' respectively. Here in this light-hearted piece, ego points an accusing finger at id, and super ego, while pulling soul's leg.
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Sonnets | 01.09.05 |