Pride Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Pride



That which stays within,
As modest self-pride is seen;
And what overflows,
What, in the name of noise goes,
As conceit one knows.

Birds both of the same feather,
When face same weather,
One's sure, dithers whilst the ‘ther.

I know you sing so well,
But not know why all this show,
A shy little nightingale
To a peacock in full flow,
I heard this to tell.

Friday, November 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: arrogance,pride,self
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Genuine self-pride and arrogance/conceit/egotism dwell on the same straight line continuum. The problem in life is to find out a cut-off point. Sanskrit has a way of differentiating the two: one is svābhimān, the other mithyābhimān. The first is genuine self-pride; the other, vain pride of an ego
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Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak

Godhra - Gujarat
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