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Ode To Ego

By Dhruv Tangri


I walk on broken glass till I'm numb to the pain,

Like a broken soul seeking peace in datura,

I try to clear up the mess frantically,

Like a murderer at the crime scene,

Desperately trying to run and hide.


Death seems so appealing,

Not so much when I think about you,

You're the string of cobweb that keeps a seed from falling,

You're the chirping bird merrily singing on the lonely road I'm walking,

Scattered Autumn leaves and shattered summer dreams,

All come back to life as you swiftly cross my path,

You hold my hand and wipe my tears of eternal sorrow,

No agony as you hold me in your arms,

No agitation when you look me in the eye.

Nothing can possibly go wrong between us,

I'll go against the world to prove that we are the epitome of true love,

I'll do whatever it takes to keep you smiling,

It hurts to see you upset,

I forget my worries and try to calm you down as I can't stand your puffy eyes,

Your crimson red face melts my heart,

And the cute little games you play are precious,

As precious as money to a miser.

I'm really scared to lose you, my ego,

You're the only reason I look forward to a new dawn,

A new sunrise that reminds me of you,

A new ray of strength that gently touches my body,

Energizing every inch till I feel elated for a moment.

Slow rustle of the winter leaves,

Cold wind and a shivering soul,

Dim lights and an empty void,

Now filled up to the brim with your unconditional love.


By Dhruv Tangri


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