The Odd Self-
self
whistles there
pure
I’m hearing
wise
of hidden
I am He
the Supreme Being
to serve self
the delegation
outwardly
in crown creation
all parts of nature
the true savior each other
from birth to taste death
why these hide and seek odd games
if knowledge firms not
the illusion goal of dream
belief and faith gives me birth
imagination is true mother
where false I die to reborn
earth, water, air, fire all components
with an expiration date
recycling one shape to other shape
all through ethereal guides me gone one
for peaceful life unity I make chum
in the world only I’m human forgetting all
in the odd self I seek the another in fault
-February 26, 2020 Chattogram
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