Vanity Brute Poem by Sathya Narayana
Vanity Brute
Whenever some friend praised
That my poetry is good
Fuddled; I raise my hand
To check for horns on head
Satisfied; I bruit abroad
“Well! Well! So far so good
Vanity brute hasn’t gone to head
I am still your kind
Eligible to coyly tread
Along with you; ahead”
a humerous poem with a thought in it. bruit abroad a good phrase.
Most of us like to be noticed and feel some praise, but is this vanity? Not if like Sathya question ourselves, a humling poem. Bob
why become so doubtful about horns? that's real vanity...distinctly different from pride...a meaningful write...10
A Frank confession of a humble poet....enjoyed it...you exile as a person with a straight forward persona.
Being a lawyer, you are a down to earth person. But a person with a compassionate mind and a poetic heart! -Raj Nandy
This is very sweet Sathya. Your feel for the comedic is quite beguiling and your thoughts, I'm sure, reflect those of most of us who put pen to paper and wait for comments. A skillfully constructed, witty little poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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4/26/2024 4:39:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is really funny- shows your witty side- fuddled i raise my hand to check for horns. you are humble and again end it with humour.10