EGO 3

Your white garment goes on soaking dust,

And you go on washing and using it,

After a big time interval your garment discolours,

Absorbing irremovable dust particles in its fibre,

Ultimately it loses its beauty and glow.

The same happens with your soul,

That goes on sheltering ego in it,

And losing its beauty and glow.

After   certain time limit,

No Satsang or preaches and teaches,

 Can remove the dirt of ego from your soul,

Because no sermon enters an ego-deaf ear,

And ego-blinded eyes fail to see the truth.

With that cloth, you can throw it out of use,

And buy one more of your choice,

What will you do with your soul?

 Will you continue as an ego-blind person?

 Or you see it as a vice,

And wish to get rid of it.

It is you, you and none but only you,

Can renovate your inner-being,

Clean the dirt of ego out of yourself,

By having an open mind, an impartial soul,

Wide-acceptability, shrewd-adaptability,

Without bargaining your self-respect,

Now you get the freedom from ego-blindness,

Where your soul will proceed,

 Towards purification and beautification,

And ultimately towards divinity and God.

Note.. My poem on EGO is not directed towards anyone other than myself.