I wanted to be applauded
Patiently heard
Talked about and honored
Tried all the ways and explored
What was coming in between?
Was it Arrogance?
Or ego?
Or self respect
I thought about all
“No not at all”!
It was something else
It was my existence itself
Why was I expecting so much?
When it was not meaning as such
What would have happened if I was called “Sir”
Or for that matter “O, my savior”
Patronage,
Honor
Titles
All seemed now futile
Why could I not think of being ordinary?
Was it not enough title granted by almighty?
Why did I forget that it was most honored way?
What has detracted me to think other way?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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