Very Tearing Contrast... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

not two but many
persons live together
in my single personal self.
the bonhomie or camaraderie
is often missing badly and sadly.
they ensue scuffle and wrestle
among themselves in a bloody way.
their wild skirmish; my seething inside
quite often fumes bubbles up on the surface
and the quiet persona turns a chameleon.
the steady strife between cynical and good
Samaritan selves, between bohemian dereliction
and domestic ethics: several tangible entities
like provoked stout stallions pull very hard
into extremely opposite many directions.
Thus I find myself often broken into
many evident fragments and again unified
into a patched up shoddy complete self.
the increasing rift between two inimical selves
and nasty tug-of-war among other subordinate
ones bring about a drastic mercurial mood.