IMMORTAL PRIDE

 

when self doubt starts crawling,
just under your confidence,
you never saw the castles crashing,
just untimely, scratches your conscience.
castle that your art has defined, since ages,
with crowns of feathers touching zenith,
beautifying your territory, more than expected,
fenced by roses of orange garden of bliss.
windows shining by the glorious sunlight,
and talking stories of my glory to the sun,
prophecy sparkles my eyes brightly by the sight
of my revolutionary impact to my world.
all at once, a brick broke to granules,
a brick over which stood my grandeur castle,
melted to repose into the ground of manuals,
the whole castle fell down, as the wind whistled.
with the whistling wind by my ears, i saw,
the castle’s flag still waving like a warrior,
sans blood, flesh, yet a true patriot,
defining its never all lost, till the pride is there.
with all that pride is what leftover for me,
i nurture the confidence, rather than giving up,
with open mind and rolling pen, i start to be
that i was once, then rolling ahead for supremacy.
when pride is your friend and level-headed, your kin,
when struggle of yesterday smokes deep within,
you can rise like phoenix, when all is gone, that you made,
its your immortal pride that pushes you ahead, my friend.