Be Not Proud Poem by gnrao rao

Ha! Ha! Ha1
see how have I the long beautiful horns,
And you the small ones.

Why do you look at the horns?
Why don't you look at our legs?

What's there to appreciate?

You don't know how to count
your blessings.

Is that so?
yes.

see there some hunters
and the hunting dogs
when they see us
they will chase us and
surely kill us.

Let's run and save ourselves.

Oh! what's this?
My horns are stuck
among the bushes.
I cannot move from here.


Don't worry.
I am here,
I will help you.

Thanks

Let's us run
before they come after us.

Run, run, run]
Run fast,
Go has given these
legs to jump and run

Ah! we are at a long
distance,
We are on a cliff now.
We are saved,
I think.

Don't think.
It's sure,
We are really saved
because of our legs
and presence of mind.

We must thank God
for making us like
this.

I'm sorry,
you are right.
Let us graze
together now
because we are at peace.