Pride - is a 'stick' that even itself can curb.
'I' - is self-managed, but nevertheless is driven.
Publican 'waiting forever, ' the soul by doubt twirl -
'Childish mind games' - before you're entombed forever.
Today each 'goes' with unrealizable sadness.
Reality - is there, but there is nevertheless an invisible world.
We say 'we think' - to the selfish Imperor flattering.
'We pull the band, ' 'and don't fly' in civilizations of 'cold'.
Pride and ego are the worst enemy of humans, they damage more than anything, there is a thin line between self pride and ego....Nice poem Liza, I liked it.10 on 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pride is a vice that creates harm, so nicely depicted. Beautiful poem.- - - - 10? ? , , , , , , , , , ,