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April 8, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Pride” (Poetry Form: “Ottawa Rima”)


Respect with it stands no more a minute,

Like a wild snake to others, it does bite,

Makes a man demon, cruel infinite

Such a devil is the pride of great might,

Devastates love for others to finite,

It rises among friends, the biggest fight

Where pride dwells, there no relations take born

And Egoist remains forever lone.

8/30 NaPoWriMo

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