Pride and armor <br />of a lineage, a perception <br />cautions and lifts inner to a <br />pedestal......... <br />lessons on its rule book <br />taught not to run back... <br />but fight back with dignity... <br />that is pride... <br />precursors wrote in regal ink <br />a kind of aura it transpires <br />a blend and its majestic ensemble <br />imprinted on a realm... <br />laurels from a bastion <br />a difference of a shield so strong.. <br />royal drapes and its layers <br />vanished on sheets of democracy <br />but the blood veins carries <br />a blend...that holds power... <br />power to fight back with dignity <br />not to run back on tribulations.. <br />not to fear back on defeats... <br />A circlet cosseted by ethnicity <br />on all odds and not to panic <br />on ordeals or die like a coward.... <br />great grand mother scribbled before death <br />“Pride is not mind’s arrogance.... <br />pride is mind’s power to hold self <br />on a revered and meaningful <br />pedestal....”.<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/p-r-i-d-e/
