I

Stealing away all attention,

The letter I screams out loud at No.9.

Ignores all syntax and semantics;

To stand tall, right there, always in caps!

Has stood through the test of time

Despite emails, and pings

Replacing snail-mails,

The letter would budge not.

The darling of every mortal,

It’s the food that boosts many an ego.

Many a bereavement is since

The I is not happy,

The conjugation of this renowned ‘Subject’,

Right from elementary,

Bags all opportunity

To be  projected as the premier.

Just 3 forms: I, ME, MYSELF,

Yet myriads of facets it does have

The venerated alphabet that it is,

Shall never eat the humble pie

For it never once wants to die!