When we surrender

The ego becomes slender

It is harder to find

Amid the usual grind

Danger’s no less

Surrender, we posses

It replaces things

With invisible strings

Walking empty-handed

Ego remains unbranded

Ready to grow anytime

It is hidden slime

Waking up to the one

Who surrenders, will stun

The ego, it has no other way

But to vanish in silent dismay