……..Is it Desi or Daisy, Sati or Tessa, in the mirror in front of her dresser, she brushes her hair but knows it’s no treasure, tonsuring’s her pleasure, a lack of ego is her measure; to the west egos dawn other egos become chameleons under social pressures, fake self esteems gleam like never before seen, in America now on the heads of those with low self esteem, they dream to be what their experiences deem.. meanwhile back at the Tirupati, the things of egos are thrown in the potty….
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Such a great message in rhyme where what is false is not easily discerned even one's ego. Well said and a fave
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