Some live with their ego,
while others just let it go.
We build a wall around us,
and make such unwanted fuss.
If we would just know,
ego is not a thing to show.
Breaks the ice, makes a rift,
with time, we slowly drift.
Like icebergs we float apart,
ego spoiled all, at the start.
With time the gaps grow,
drifting on with confusion below.
We keep our ego still in vain,
good things lost, lost with pain.
Open your eyes, its not too late,
you still have friends who do wait.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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