Years passed away
I could not comprehend
the alphabet of humility
most of the time
situation remains disagreeable
time passed roughly
with ruthless treatment
anger, born by default
the challenge still remains:
the vocabulary of modesty
humility was a distant dream.
Today
I find
humility, the crowning glory
the birth place of divinity
if only, one can be humble
lion's share of problems solved
anger, jealousy and hatred
unavoidable
but humility, my top destination
where I can feel
the joy of divinity
in my words and actions
life is a feel, not a deal.
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