Aren'T The Wild Flowers Glamorous? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I can call myself great
As you too are great,
Which know you not,
Know I it.

The light I have, that is actually yours
And borrowing from you,
Call I it my own
Otherwise am not so talented
As think you.

The light which is in me
Is in you too,
You just try to see.

When see I my small daughter standing before,
Think I what have i in me,
Have the innocence of hers
And if not, why to call myself great?

When see I the wild flower blooming in the woods,
Think I about its glory and glamour,
Does it say so,
That it is very, very glamorous and beautiful,
So lovely to look at?

Actually, the small men do it,
My chair, his chair,
Do not sit on his chair,
Why not to make the heart larger?