Want to collect my straying thoughts
To make a string of word knots
To let go emotions that of heart’s
Whether it is a social service
Or it is deadly deed of malice
There stands ‘I’ with iron seize!
Even in a room tightly closed
Even in meditative posture isolated
There comes inside ‘I’ fully armed
Decades together the battle goes
Even in exhausted body’s snooze
In dreams creepy forms of ‘I’ gaze!
I eat and drink to fulfill ‘I’
I mate and breed to fulfill ‘I’
I hate ‘I’ only to strengthen its tie!
Is there a way out?
Helplessly often I shout!
Tears only stream out! 300509
Raman Savithiri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/778-under-the-tyranny-of-i/
