My Lost Selfhood

"While,

I were busy in thinking

over the cozy chair.

 

I found

my inner soul missing

in intoxicating air.

 

Then,

the dense darkness

of fog arose.

 

In fear,

I kept my eyelids

fully close.

 

Somewhere,

the lamps of hope

were yet shine.

 

At dawn,

I found my lost soul

who scolded & said –

 

Why had you taken

insomuch quantity

of illusory wine?”