A MERE MORTAL
So ordinary, just a miniscule little creature created I am, by the greatest of all, all-powerful Ahura
A spec of dust or a grain of sand, or perhaps a drop of water, in this universe, created by mighty Mazda
Wish I to know why, then, we men ordinary, mere mortals, think so much, n so high about ourselves?
Why do even scholars great, learned men like Ravan fail? How do we correct or control ourselves ?
Why do we have an ego so inflated, when we are, just a bubble? Why in this mere mortal does ego dwell ?
Like a flooded, destructive river or sometimes even like a huge mighty tsunami wave, it does swell
O kind Lord, help this mere mortal, to this ego problem understand; where stands this thin line between ego n self respect?
Confused, entangled into my own web I get; a mere mortal, my own decision, I sometimes suspect.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
