My

My country, My home,
My King, My Leader,
My Parents, My Teacher
My name, My identity.
My wife, My love,
My child, My asset,
My siblings, My family,
My job, My dignity.
My car, My wheel,
My body, My safety.

My is a self oriented,
My makes us selfish,
My makes us ego centric,
My makes us desirous,
The word My may seems very simple & easy,
While uttering & typing but,
My is a greed which wanna hold everything,
Until my exist in us we are self-centred &
Will be less bothered for others.

Norbu Dorji
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