Selfish Souls

-Love Thyself for no one else doth love thee true-

To kill the selfish life, is it a virtuos thing or not?
And to strangle an innocent child, is it a crime or not?
Somehow the lines between right and wrong,
Life and death,
Have been blurred.
Is this maturity?


To ponder upon the greatest of creation, and praise it endlessly
And to mock and disgrace the ones judged the lesser
Somehow the boundaries between judging and opinions,
Failures and wins
Have been blurred.
Is this maturity?


To jump on the next train and leave parents that love you
And to go and meet the parents who leave you
Somehow the barriers between responsibility and bravery
Have been blurred.
Is this maturity?


Thus the final word is this
that it is not what is yours, its what you miss
The act of love or
that forbidden kiss
But most of all self-love is bliss.

Noura Talib