I's order in the universe/ the archival weight of High and Low selves

Now toss your inflated me
on the tightly knitted net of my I.

Does it bounce back to
your own face
of playground?

Do you remember the mask
on your face was very heavy once?
And not you
but I bore the weight of it
when you reflected it in
the mirror of my I.

I have recently thrown away the mirror
you gave me
at my birth.

I don't know how old I am
and when born
but I now think of celebrating
my birthday.

There are new flowers
touching my lips.
I am surrounded by sounds of
falling waters after a long frozen sleep.

I am ready with my reins
holding them tightly.

Don't throw any extra weight
on my spiral I
lest it bounces back
and can hit at the nose of your me.

The rotating earth has spun
the threads of my I
this time.

The last word: I know the universe
and I's order in it.

Vinod Vema