To Stand Tall And Proud Yet Humbly Bow Comments

Being big in heart and soul has nothing to do with being tall or large; it sounds as if you definitely have a big, beautiful, wonderful heart... and that is far more valuable.

It's OK to be proud of being humble. I have a little plaque that says 'It's hard to be humble when you're as great as I am.'

We appear to be limited to 300 characters now, so you will have to read my comments in reverse to gather the meaning I intended.

With so many aspects of this topic to tackle, you hit your poetic stride most effectively in the 1st stanza, lines 12-14, and the final stanza. Here the poetess speaks most eloquently. There is a contrasting sense of rambling in the remainder, as if you set aside the poetic voice to justify through prose your intriguing argument, that of a meek sort of pride.

There is much to be considered in the contrast of pride and meekness, and certainly the pride you share in the physical accomplishments and features of the Muslim community is enthusiastically evident.

There is much to contemplate here. Most people walk bowed down because they are conscientious of their height or they feel some form of shame, and bowing is a way to be more inconspicuous. At your height, I cannot imagine you would bow to be less conspicuous. So there is a great depth of contemplation possible regarding how our physical attributes can affect our psyche and our personality.

I know nothing about being tall. I am short at only 5'6. But it is not the height that makes one great. It comes from the heart and the soul. This write has much of both. Thank you for sharing.

You are amazing, whatever your height may be. You have a beautiful shining light that can only make others smile! Thank You!

read ur views ....fair (do) well lady poet... read me too.... if only you wish to... good day salaams

your poem is very nice, zaynab :) I especially liked the end, where you mentioned the tall timbers. nature is always such a blessed, calm place for me, and I see that it holds some poetic inspirations for you as well. keep writing, and may your days be many and happy! -Cherie

This is a poetry site Avoid racialism please be tall or humble as it may you please i see a stench of narcissism in this piece But as you say you are five feet nothing so you are safe no one will humble more of thee but rememeber in a forest only tall trees are cut first crooked ones are lleft out and those who humble and want recognition have no place it's only my sugesstion take it or leave it as you may 'Twill still be God's grace we are born out of sun's GLORIOUS mercy Lords are all our minds creativity Thank you for asking me to read as a return that you did May you be remembered after all we pray be as humble as you may but not as meek as you show to display..This is a poetic site all know what the poet wants to say JUST REMEMBER ME I am GLORY But I am sorry Blunt as I am may be

This is a beautiful poem on meekness and modesty having haunting expression and nice collocation. Let me quote some lines here... My obsession with meekness coupled with shyness naturally makes me kinda bend and bow. Modesty is natural to me and it compels me into a stooping gait And when I read somewhere that only the tree that stood stubbornly proud and erect Fell down during tempests and storms I'd rather bend like the humble oak and hang on to dear life for a while So I feel less vulnerable and feel less fragile... Thanks for sharing this valuable poem.10

It's a beautiful thing to take pride in humbleness...paradoxical but attractive. Well articulated thoughts. The reader is hooked till the end.

This is a great write that completely holds the interest.

Excellent write zaynab, I wish to be remembered as the humblest poetess in the tall cotton of wisdom... Life is worth when we are able to influence the mind of others and remembered even after our death

The poem breaks new ground in its way of revealing much about the society you live in as well as showing some of the traits of your your own personality. Thanks a lot for sharing the poem, zaynab. Modesty is natural to me.... the tree that stood stubbornly proud and erect.... Fell down during tempests and storms.... Yet as a poetess my poetic wish is to live out in the tall timbers As opposed to living in towering sky scrapers of brick and mortar.

for the first time I have read ur poem and found it very interesting.u have presented ur theme with an apt and logical way. I will include ur name in my favourite poets list.Everyone wants to be tall but very often pride destroys the charm of life. Thanks a lot..

for the first time I have read ur poem and found it very interesting.u have presented ur theme with an apt and logical way. I will include ur name in my favourite poets list.thanks.

Everyone wants to be tall, one may desrve to be tall but one may not get opportunities to show that one tall. We can only make efforts to be tall but much depends upon luck. You are a lovely poetess and I am sure you are tall.

modesty is natural, right talk