The Beak Of Pride Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Perhaps all human pride dwells in the nose form;

Found in itself and in its own place

It lends set identity and close charm

To the corporeal index of the face;

It leads the Being to the feel drag,

Search and class the senorial sniff,

Besides filling the inner vital breath-bag;

It goes complexioned red and hostile stiff,

In indignant scowls and angry mould;

And more, it turns scurvy and mean

Poking itself in others ' affairs unseen, untold;

In its variety there has no one been

So large or small, extra long orshort,

Flat or stubby, upturned or beaky twist,

Or whatever...., still deciding the smart

Gestures with the eyes and the lips in combo betwixt..!

Spill - beaming from the vision and the words heard or to utter

The inordinate proud Nose gets caught in the guillotine cutter.