Once upon a time there never was an EgoFor it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it.I carried the cross of being egoistHad my hands nailed, had myself hailedConfident rain was self-absorbedSelf-esteem felt the painSelf-assertive had risen and reignTo conquer and succeed I was self-assuredThat I too was not self-consciousI never was an empty vessel ‘cause I was self-containedI couldn’t handle to be self-effacingGreatness was self-evidentPeople stand with me for being self-opinionatedFor they cannot fall for self-pityIn the frame of success I see a self-portraitLess of the devil for I was self-possessedI had plans to be wealthy but not selfishFor my soul is sold to me.(by Vuyolethu Sithatu)

Quiz on the different styles of poetry.