He was my only friend,

On a beautiful day,
in a garden
He bought a golden ice-cream
I asked, from where do you get money
He replied, "My" father earns money for "Me"
& "I" use it on "me only".

On a bright sunny day,
on a busy road, between the traffic, In a car,
He bought a packet of cigarette,
I asked, from where do you get money,
He replied, "I" earn money for myself
& "I" use it on "me only".

In a bar, his beard had turned grey,
He bought of pack of beer, sitting on a chair,
I asked, from where do you get money,
He replied, "I" have earned money for me only
& "I" have to use it on "me only".

He is dead.

But who am "I".
Do you know? No.
The thing is only that
"I" rules on your mind.

Taxila Business School,
Jaipur