I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself short poem

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I have three friends
Born some time back
Now making my whole World
They are named
I, Me, Myself

Friends were many before
Mani, Mini, Tanu, Manu
I need them no more
As now I have
I, Me, Myself

Why say sorry and
Why be thankful
Why let my comfort go
I am so happy with
I, Me, Myself

My brain, my thoughts
My action and my reaction
And this body is mine too!
It is only for three I care about
I, Me, Myself

I progress for the work I do
Making money, my goal of life
Cut someone’s pocket
Does that matter?
Nay, its all I, Me, Myself

Let the whole world go barren
I stay placidly at my home
Why lose sleep
For children dead somewhere far
I must be safe with
I, Me, Myself

Watch out there!
Never seen storm gushing forth
Aimed to destruct thus to Create
Destroying all that is old!
There I stood afraid
Ran for refuge here and there
No time left, and that’s the end of
I, Me, Myself

Some men were left
Who held each others’ hands
Stronger they were than the storm
They had left theirs, and
Embraced the world around
They were the only left
The Creators of the New

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For some, life is a search for truth. That's the struggle in their life. For me, I have found the truth. My struggle is to stand by it.
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Preeti
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Especially pertinent in today’s selfish and self-centred times!

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