Is It Not True? by Siva Prasad Peddi

The hunt is up and goes all day
Quest of greed keeps it at bay
Animus soul in quenched flesh
In myth and fear of a single life

Self-centered beings, social to the self
Compulsive obsession of me and mine
Disease of recognition grows with time
Causes suffering, treating self as prime

Does all things beyond a dream
Futile fantasies, animated verity
Good or bad, process continues
Till the soul flees, body accrues

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February 15, 2013

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absolutely rue to the last dot

dr sivanand
02/16/2013 01:41 AM

A beautiful depiction of the unmitigated obsession with the 'self.' The poem is replete with expressive phrases.

anilkprasad
02/15/2013 06:51 AM

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