Fondling Just One Word
it started with just one word,
just the
I
and then it changes to
It
though there was an attempt
to use the word We,
as a matter of
transformation
in a certain reaction,
but in the nature of all selfish
designs from that single nose
to a single heart
to a hardheaded
sole mind,
unwanting to share, the world
shifted to the I,
the We topples down like
an edifice of mockery
people not wanting to be
with the other and the
pain concomitant with
the misunderstanding of
the We,
irreconciliable differences,
the need for space
and time
definitely there is no
They
oh, the flock is uncontrollable
and blind
and uniformity is abhorred
and looked upon
with so much disfavor
and besides,
the we has become
an expensive venture,
we finally go back to the
I, and since then
we invoke self-respect,
dignity, and solitude,
it is the I
that finally triumphs,
well, there is this
loneliness
maybe, but,
on the other hand,
there is this strength,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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