POESY: IT IS SELF ALL THE WAY

IT IS SELF ALL THE WAY

The poet composes free of self,

And yet,

It is the self seeping in.

Is it then self all the way?

It's the self you leave,

It's the self you hold,

And it's the Self you behold

When all else is gone.

It is Self all the Way.

Composed by Sugata Bose