The EGO – RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941)

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this
me in the dark?
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I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
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He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
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He adds his loud voice to every word I utter.
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He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
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but I… I am ASHAMED! to come to thy door… in his company.