Anger, greed, desire, Ignorance and other junks are running so wild in my heart of mild.
They blew in without a word.
And I am going to chase these to queer it with my sword.
No, this is not me, why are they jeering too loud and forging me to mould?
They want to put me down and want to snatch my crown.
No, I ought not to give up my throne.
Anger and frustration,
Stabbing my reputation.
Causation to take a stronger action.
No caution is being given to these oppositions.
My realisation on their dissolution,
I am not a blank space to take all these junk in acquisition.
No, this was not me, I was so calm and free.
What did all of these do to me?
No, this was not me. I was never made to be prey to these thee.
I am me, and I work on my freedom's steer.
I am me, and nowise to fear.
I cannot fake me, to fit in to anyone's action.
I never lose me, as this is my strong foundation.
This is my resolution on their dissolution.
© Vidya Rao