I am what I am until you inflict
On me a shock with your feat of distinction;
'Worthless!', somebody in me does indict
Me, as I forget my own recognition.
An overwhelming envy shatters my shape
Into a shapeless ghost - 'lone in the planet
Of facts, desire, fulfillment, love and kinship.
More I look at your feat, more wither'd I get.
But envy's 'so its magic of advantage,
Which soon tricks me to dust the instant of shock -
My bouncy ego breaks through heaps of wreckage,
And head in heaven, I stand as strong as oak.
I look down on your feat with mine a lot;
I am what I am, envy me or not.
-- N P SAMAL
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