Filled with every particle of dust,
So high from that flat earth's crust,
Everyone was referring you as a divine hippo,
But a shouting soul called you 'Mount Ego'.
Some clouds were touching your pointed peak,
Some of them were feeling lucky by touching your feet,
A river in the valley was singing your pride,
And shooting stones kept all our doubts aside.
But what had made u so tall over the years,
What made you finish every bit of your fear,
Was that due to accumulation of every micron of dust,
Or was that due to genetic power of your crust.
You contain so much secrets in your name,
You contain everyone's hate in your fame,
You show that no one can compete you in any adjective,
'Mount Ego', your egoist charm makes me speak out my narrative.
YOU ARE READING
A TOUCH OF MY EMOTIONS
ПоэзияBeautiful, white and charming, Everyone looks a fairy with this thinking. But in my life there is a special vibe, I met a fairy of some different type. 'Mom' I call her, with a tune so nice, And always find my path with her advice. Always want to ta...
