.....FEELING OF PRIDE.....

.....FEELING OF PRIDE.....

It is not your full grown moustache
It is neither your extended stomach
The bloating of your chest for the charm of your bride
It is not what you call it a pride.

Do you feel ever enchanted
For your motherland have you ever boasted
Have you felt it truly in your stride
It can't be bad my dear, it is your pride.

To hold your spirit in a small height
When you keep your smile tight
Begging for favor is not your way
You are on right path you are right I pray..

When you move a step or two
A damsel in distress extend your hand to
You may not be thanked you never need
Go your way dear it is never called pride.

©® BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA