Tiny Identity Poem by C. P. Sharma
Tiny Identity
I am in love with my tiny identity
that cuts me off from my whole.
There is concealed pain of separation
the lurking desire to know the rest.
Incomplete I cry and weep
I go to the fortune teller to know
wherein lies my happiness?
Decaying identity haunts
Takes closer to the tomb
I am caught up in illusions
I search pleasure in pain
At truth my guns train
Limits do not break
Continuity I can’t take
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4/19/2024 1:12:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The inter relationship of part and whole is expressed wonderfully.Part can not stay outside the whole without pain nor the whole can remain a whole without part.Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.