I once asked my ego what makes it go
What with vainglory, vanity’s wan pride,
I once asked my ego what makes it go:
He said: I’m not on a vainglorious ride,
Nor does hollow arrogance make me blow,
Vanity’s just the vehicle for my use,
Me and mine’s not my true identity,
To be suffused with pride is no abuse,
Nor is soaring on one’s wings, vanity.
Me think soul boasts as big daddy behind,
My claim’s nigh humble, pretty down to earth,
Unlike soul, I am my own unique kind,
Discerning few get to know my true worth,
I stand for reason, sanity well nigh,
Confuse me not with id, nor super I.
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Sonnet |01.09.2005| Self, ego
Poet’s note: Ego is one’s orientation with body, mind and intellect, as against with soul, the true Self. Yet, without a bit of ego orientation, one is as good as dead. Freud gave the terms id, ego, and super ego, which someone interpreted as ‘it’, the ‘I’, and ‘beyond I’. Here in this light-hearted piece, ego points an accusing finger at id, and super ego, while pulling soul’s leg. The mood of the poem is tongue-in-cheek.
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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