Almighty “I”

   My Life’s Outcome One by one they goBreaking me into piecesLeaving me to collectAnd slowly get upI doTo liveBut now a jigsaw puzzlewrongly fixedI

  MY DESTINY My destiny was kept nicely rolledOn a five feet long Papyrus scrollOpened to have a peep at itFound already getting tattered in

  THEN THAT WOULD BE IT What is goal ?Not a want of soulIt is the ego which searchesAt achievements lurchesDreams its projectionsIts own reflectionLife needs