By Mukund dev
“I” have taken birth wearing the garb of death,
and from birth “I” have been delusional,
No one is sitting here holding me
I (Ego) just an entity with others.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death…
Feelings are not for anyone
“I” is a disputed doer,
“I” have never been separated from “I”,
even though I am stigmatized,
“I” is happy.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death….
A person seems more expensive than a commodity
and a person is blind to the power of his personality of “I”,
“I” have never understood my own point of view,
“I” is a shape of the culture of others.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death….
Seeing the pain of death, the “I” ignores it
Only the “I” is a deterrent to the awakening of insight,
This life of mine will die then “I” will be born with the “I” being.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death….
Mukund Dev 