Poet: Nobody
Who created “I”?
God? Or Mom and Dad?
Or I? Or My EGO?
Or English Teacher?
Or All these Joining Together Cunningly ?
I must be better.
I must become better.
My Teachers belted me.
My parents melted me.
My religion washed me.
My wife dashed me.
Only Existence Exists.
How can I make I better
If I don’t find I?
I copied and became He, She, They,
X, Y, Z
And finally to copy I at present,
I was absent.
Perhaps I have to delete the so called I?
I belong to this selfie, that old image,
I belong to this wife, that old lover,
I belong to this country, that post,
This name, that ph.d,
I belong to Everybody and Everything
Or Nobody and Nothing?
I locked and secured
My e-mails, my internet bank account,
My car, my mobile, my laptop,
My Cash Almira, my home,
I even insured I,
But CCTV footage was helpless!
I lost I.
To be nobody is better than
To be somebody in nature.
To have nothing is better than
To have something unreal.
To say no is better than
To say yes with a fuss.
I’m born
When “I” dies.
