EGO

 

Ego is a crown of fragile pride,

A shadow that lingers deep inside.

It blinds the heart with fleeting glow,

And hides the truth we need to know.

It builds tall walls where love should be,

And chains the soul that longs for free.

It whispers, “You are above the rest,”

Yet robs the spirit of its best.

It glitters bright like empty gold,

But leaves the heart abandoned, cold.

It steals away both peace and grace,

And leaves behind a barren space.

It feeds on anger, envy, strife,

And drains the joy from human life.

It grows with scorn, it thrives on blame,

Yet ends in loss, regret, and shame.

It shows the face of strength and might,

But breaks when tested by the night.

It lifts the head in hollow cheer,

Yet plants the root of secret fear.

It blinds the eyes to wisdom near,

It turns soft voices harsh and clear.

It takes sweet words and makes them vain,

And fills the heart with empty pain.

It crowns itself the king of all,

But pride will always learn to fall.

The louder ego claims the throne,

The more it leaves the soul alone.

It hides behind a mask of stone,

But crumbles when it stands alone.

It rules the mind, but not for long,

For truth is stronger, pure, and strong.

When ego dies, the spirit sings,

And peace descends on gentle wings.

The chains are gone, the walls depart,

And love returns to heal the heart.

Ego’s fall is life’s true start,

A brighter path, a wiser art.

The humbled soul shall rise above,

And walk the way of light and love.

        

                              Aqib Hussain