Selves, a poem by Asif Sultan Matta

Selves
Asif Sultan
12-09-2017

My ‘selves’ wandering away,
Hauling towards different endeavors
Deserting the real and mindful ‘me’,
Which witnesses all this forcible tow.

Where shall they aspire to take this ‘me’?
Me?
Where is ‘me’—the real me?
Who folks call—the one—he.

Lost in the multiple whines of ‘me’…

Is it the one, soaring to the towering peaks?
Or the one that pulls it down to the abysmal ravines,

Where is “me”?

A moth around the candle of tempting books?
Or the one that’s dumped under quilts of apathy

Where shall I go to find myself?

Driven am I to vales of belief and love?
Or the one cowering before evil and lust?

Lost I find myself within ‘myselves’…

There’s a constant assault on my being…
And ‘me’---lost, witnessing
The hunt on my soul…

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