The haughty shadow says,
'I am the best, '
Immediately I protest saying.....
'I am the best, '
The conflict goes on,
Gradually the sun sets,
Dark evening cast its spell,
The atmosphere becomes darker and darker,
Still we continue to quarrel,
Finally being tired and exhausted,
I fall asleep at night
And then......
The shadow whispers to me,
'Oh! Yes, you are the best
Because you are a true poet.'
When evil (the haughty shadow) finally sees The Light...it becomes The Best! Another winner, friend Anjandev!
Difference between confident and over-confident, Pride and Ego is so thin that only few have wisdom to understand it. Good Poem. Full Stars
No genuine poet proclaims that, Ï am the best: . It's just a kind of medicine to tease such people who feel that way. An excellent poem dear Anjandev. Well penned...Top score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can call yourself a true poet but to call yourself the best you have to write better than the rest; sometimes mind wanders off with opinions comparison makes us think of refinement we think we are far better than others but do we think others are far best than us?
Dear friend! You have misinterpreted the real meaning of the poem.