I am one with all others, though
And a mere ripple in the cosmic ocean
I am the one and only, the unique
All else is alien, none resembles me.
My thoughts and habits and temperament
Impulses emotions passion or action
Are peculiar to me and bear my stamp
None can betray them nor can I share.
My history and my destiny
Traverse a unique track
How many hurdles or how many ladders
The quota is uniquely mine.
The ideas and ideals of some other
Are absolutely specific to him or her
Howsoever I persevere to imitate
It would be surely a futile affair.
I can only tread my way, at my pace
And follow my bliss, as they say
Opportunities golden and visions sublime
Of what use they, if are not mine?
The private space of my consciousness
Must relish its own narcissism
And seek freedom and fulfillment
So as to say I am that I am.