On the pleasures of Ego “Poem”
Ask not where those mediocre minds dwell?
Seek what there is not in the lines of great minds
Once you walk into the pleasures of ego there is no escape
Whole world and even God seems to be mediocre
One is ready to go any length to preserve one’s individuality
Normal and mere ordinary life of happiness looks mediocre
Madness and lunacy makes all sense but not conformity
Awake and arise my child the sun has not set yet within your soul
Such mind as yours O philosopher are born in centuries
Where is the wisest Socrates?
Hiding somewhere under a spell
For the reasoning of mind is always strangled to death by faith