The sun doesn’t brag that it’s bright,
a bird is not vane in its flight.
A peacock doesn’t boast of its dance,
a swan has no conceit in romance.

The sky is not proud of its size,
nature doesn’t say it is wise.
What good O’ man is your pride?
Beware! It’s taking you for a ride.


P.S. This poem is a part of my poetic short play called ‘I am in Love’, which has been performed in Dubai.

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