The Best Revenge Poem by bonifacio alba

The Best Revenge

Once mocked, belittled, cast aside,
Judged by the wealth they could not hide,
They saw a gap of social place,
And measured worth by clothes and face.

They thought you small, unfit to dream,
A whisper lost in life's grand stream,
But deep within, your heart held fire,
Each word of scorn became a spire.

Success then came—your battles won,
You stood where once they saw you none.
Yet pride can tempt, with bitter sting,
To wear revenge like crown and ring.

But let not hate corrupt the gain,
Nor let old wounds still stake their claim.
For those who scorned were, unawares,
The push that forged your answered prayers.

So rise, but rise with gracious hand,
Be not the tyrant in command.
The sweetest triumph life can send,
Is humble grace—your truest end.