Ego Ego Merry-go-round
Goes round and round
Ego-Ego moves ahead
Resulting a man’s behead
unseen unrecognized
it remains
leaving behind
invisible stains
often plays hide-n-seek
no one wants
to come down from peak
what the hell is the place
where born
asked a poor man to a rich
blowing a horn
Ego ego more than a war
brings destructions
though it lives in a core
one likes the ego
more than a friend
These days having it
has become a fashion trend
If one knows it’s place of birth
Tell it to the land with dirt
let it get crushed under one’s feet
before it climbs and comes to greet.
