Poetry Submission by Seema Jayaraman

[seema jayaraman]

The I In Me

The I in Me, it speakeths thus

Most unbecoming, inopportune at best

A haughty mighty I unjust

Waving its bristling mane, I must

It beats and thumps its empty chest

The I in me, claims to best the best

In each thought , wake and action 

Only I , and I prowls about

Its gloats with Goliath strides

I grooms its ego, superior self image

The I in Me, it knows not its own

Spouse and brethren alienated aliens

I rages and rants, trundling aloud

Trumpeting dextrous destructive skills

Culpable maybe its might and slights

Trampling all and sundry

The I in Me, ferocious feline

Bares its canine, hooded venom spit

Blinded by blatant arrogance

It bellows its vicious claims

lording its fragile countenance

The I in Me, so self- deluding

With decaying time, unfazed

Cloaked self in ignominious decadence

Abject misery is all it wields

The I , writes its wretched biography

Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai

Note: I confirm the above poem.had not been published before.