Self-centred: A poem by Mir Samsul Haque

As one is turning on his own axis
If at all wisdom gets concealed
And conscience is at a new low
Inflated ego takes a toll
Self-centred trait hits hard
It throws back one into whirrs
To keep moving
One needs humility
When lips suppurate with
Prayers to Almighty
When self-centred trait
Is left at backyard
One basks in glory till eternity
One recounts many mellow mornings
Productive to the core
Nothing is to be worried about
A radiant soul rhymes amen
Sublimity all pervading
He’s then a sensible soul
Not a cursed self- centred lot