Pride

By Gaurava Gautam

The men once asked the gods, “who is the bravest of them all?"

Is it he who kills or he who saves?

Is it he who makes or he who takes?

The gods laughed, and then they sighed

They felt much sorrow but then replied

" O you man , you are so aloof

Sitting so proud under my roof

The brave is that flower ,who blooms again

When it knows it will be plucked

The brave is that tree , which stand so tall

When it knows ,it will be strucked.

By Gaurava Gautam