The rounds of
sorrow are
mine,
Beautiful
dreams are
also mine.

All the attachments
and hatreds of the mind
have been broken,
What's mine
What's yours
Neither am I
nor are you
I am You
You are I.

I have
fabricated
all of these
false
patterns,
But I didn't
understand
anything
I think
you too!

Don't show
too much
falsehood,
Do you
understand
something?
If not
Then
I'm
arrogant,
and everything is
a mith -
my say
my write
my speak!

© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer 
Fatehpur, UP, India