Pride And Honor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The pride and honor is always supreme
Whether it is nation, individual or team
It will be razed to ground the moment you have arrogance
It must be realized and borne in mind at once

So many kingdoms perished just for one reason
They were headed by headstrong and ambitious persons
What did they want for whole world in return?
Blood bath, killings, molestation in turn

Did Napoleon, Sikandar the Greet any recognition?
Only known for their powerful drive with ambition
What did it carry with their mind and impression?
World can’t be won over by simple invasion

Individual is not known by his ancestral identity
It is simple logic and must be felt with pity
How can you claim your present glory to past
As world is moving toward destiny very fast

The blood of mine was the royal blood...
Toughest to win was that royal blood...
Heavens salute to that royal blood...
Proud to have that royal blood...

But it killed many
Don’t you think royal blood is funny?
At what cost and what benefit?
How did it try for freedom to light?

No violence can protect
Only you must speak with noble act
Nothing can be termed as royal
If you fail to act as loyal