Ego is a part of me
That never let’s me go.
It leads and it follows
At steps that I take
And I am sick of it
Being all the time with me.
It comes in my thoughts
In actions, and in all that I speak.
Let not the ego of humility
Hurt my deeds, and
Perish all the seeds of innocence
Just sown in the soul of ego.
Let the sprouts be humble.
To survive and sustain the saplings of ego
To see the fruits of humble deeds
Enriched by the shower of love
Replacing the roots of ego
With the new ones of humility.