This crazy mind of mine
Roaming around…
Between I and ME

And last night a
Faceless voice
Startle me,
I asked who are you ?
It replied “I”

Than a unfamiliar
Gust of wind asked me
The reason of my sorrow
I wrote on wet sand of desert
It is “I”

Now all the troubles have
fallen to sleep,
Someone tell me
How much longer
Must I stay awake?

Then I saw the moon
In my dreams
And the sun had risen
With first ray of dawn

Saw Sun and moon
Are both in my heart
Perhaps it is ok
For now to stay with
My “I’—the ego…

Seema Sahoo – ©

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