What’s pride, but reflections deflected from distracted eyes
In such transient glory, there is less than handful time to waste
All those woven vanities drape the body in scintillating gown
Rarely they stay for long and dragged by the greedy hands
Glory of acquaintances fade away from the eyes
Wait for acceptance from the soul, to cradle each word into eternity
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Yay! Pride bloweth one up like a pufferfish waiting for that inevitable pin prick. Whoosh! The euphoria is over.
Now, the acceptance of the soul, that is something to hold on to.
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True that. That’s a funny way of explaining it. 😀
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