Each one of us
Has a higher self
A middle and lower self
As well as an inner self
The higher self we aspire to be
The lower self is how far we fall
The middle self is a mixed ball
The inner self is really small
The inner self is a place
Where Ego does not gel
A place where there is the you real
And time is at a stand still
Encased under coverings of Ego
Is said to be the soul
The soul is not new but very old
Having passed stages and evolved
The inner place is peaceful
People's talks here have no value
It is you your belief and your values
That marks your progress spiritual
The place deep inside you
Somewhere near your heart
The peacefulness is so great
Not found in any world's part
We do not realize
It is what Saints look for
Throughout life what we all search for
Ultimate destination we are destined for
renukakkar5.4.2012
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The inner self is a place Where Ego does not gel A place where there is the you real And time is at a stand still It is what Saints look for Throughout live what we all search for Ultimate destination we are destined for human's general tendency....in this twists..
The inner self is a place Where Ego does not gel A place where there is the you real And time is at a stand still...how true.. you are a mystic that you write about the inner self.. not many of the poets recons to it. thank u very much dear poetess for making us aware of the inner self.
The journey to spirituality is ever eternal, which is rightly portrayed in this poem...knowing inner self is inevitable to lead a healthy life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully poem.......the truth has been described perfectly