No one really likes me
but no one dare tell.
Like an appendage
I want to discard
but cannot.
They cannot too.
It is there
in my swollen neck
in my fat arms
in my heavy hips
in my strut.
I breathe vanity.
It feeds on me
I feed on it.
We are
the best of friends.
Without vanity
does one exist?
Humility at it best
is vanity .
You may not agree
friend
because
the thought burns
doesn’t it?
And that
is another form of vanity.
This work expresses the keen wit and self-deprecation of a true Poet.
Thank you Sir, your comments always encourage 🙂
Destiny Poets’ International Community of Poets ( ICOP ) are pleased to announce that for March 2014 , the following works have been chosen in the categories of Poem of the Month and Highly Commended . Poem of the Month – * In Winter – Michael Yates *….. Highly Commended (tabulated alphabetically).. – * Bare Hands – Sangeeta Ajay*…..* For Jim Morrison – Ampat Koshy *…..* I Ran Out Of Words – Jan Christian Sorensen *…..* (A) New Life – Elizabeth Castillo *…..* Night – Samuel Cody Ford * -…..* Oneness – Lata Tewari * ….* Pendulum – Rahul Aithal *…..* (The) Rain – Ogunjimi O.Joel *…..* Resilience – Gopal Lahiri *…..* War And Peace – Saakshi Chanana…..* What You Cannot – Dom Kafle *…..* Vanity – Mary Annie *…..