I can call myself great <br />As you too are great, <br />Which know you not, <br />Know I it. <br /> <br />The light I have, that is actually yours <br />And borrowing from you, <br />Call I it my own <br />Otherwise am not so talented <br />As think you. <br /> <br />The light which is in me <br />Is in you too, <br />You just try to see. <br /> <br />When see I my small daughter standing before, <br />Think I what have i in me, <br />Have the innocence of hers <br />And if not, why to call myself great? <br /> <br />When see I the wild flower blooming in the woods, <br />Think I about its glory and glamour, <br />Does it say so, <br />That it is very, very glamorous and beautiful, <br />So lovely to look at? <br /> <br />Actually, the small men do it, <br />My chair, his chair, <br />Do not sit on his chair, <br />Why not to make the heart larger?<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aren-t-the-wild-flowers-glamorous/
