The Odd Self Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

self
whistles there
pure

I'm hearing
wise
of hidden

I am He
the Supreme Being
to serve self

the delegation
outwardly
in crown creation

all parts of nature
the true savior each other
from birth to taste death

why these hide and seek odd games
if knowledge firms not
the illusion goal of dream

belief and faith gives me birth
imagination is true mother
where false I die to reborn

earth, water, air, fire all components
with an expiration date
recycling one shape to other shape

all through ethereal guides me gone one
for peaceful life unity I make chum

in the world only I'm human forgetting all
in the odd self I seek the another in fault


-February 26,2020 Chattogram