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.
