I Am So Minute, the Minute

I am so minute, the minute
I am hounded and wounded
Again and again
Bound by my ego
A bonded laborer, a slave
With no rights of my own
Without any freedom at sight
In a whirl pool of egos
Like a fool, hanging, banging..longing
For a glimpse of happiness
Either I can see Neither I can hear
Or feel the wonders of life
Till until I throw and grow
The minutest ego , that minute
Finite I, realizes me as infinite
Dr. Moolky Chicago, USA

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