I Am Not I Poem by Ravi Kopra

I am not I
I have within me
people living in scores -
parents, siblings, friends, foes
teachers, tutors, my wife, my children
children's friends, their parents, their foes
my colleagues and most of all
the rotten, despicable boss of my mine
if I could, I would bury him alive.
So what I wish, think, do or do not do
is not dictated by me but by one or the other
soul that always inhabits me
and so if one day I hit my boss to send him to hell
or strangulate the s-o-b back stabber coworker of mine
or break the neck of my wife's suspected lover
or tell my parents to shut up and stop giving orders
or visit a woman of pleasure to relieve my tensions
it would not be me, the I, in whom lives my soul
but the soul or the ghost of a soul that invaded my body
like the preacher's who went to women of pleasure
to spend the church money and claimed it was not he
who did all this but some ghost who had possessed his body.