Pride

It is declared how when one tries to attain intelligence,

He is to grasp astuteness in everything and from everyone,

For an intelligent person finds knowledge in everything,

A cause behind every action and fraction,

 

It is said, when in search of knowledge,

It requires an attitude of openness and modesty,

That comes with strife and with one swallowing his pride,

To obey and abide, in the course of the light.

 

It is also stated, “Do you think that knowing is the same as not knowing?”

Certainly not, though in the peripheral it might appear so,

There is an obvious difference between the two,

The cleverer one gets, the more he realizes the more he ought to know.

 

But when the intellect starts to draw a line,

And seems to start and condescend,

He turns into someone who separates, that segregates,

To differentiate, to disparate and to manipulate his prowess’s,

 

He has lost his fight, to the translucent whispers, to words glorifying the self,

He now feels special, one apart from the norm,

An elitist, a superior being, powerful among others,

To stand out high, in demanding of respect…

 

In reality, he is one that has lost, has failed his test,

To enjoy in the temperament of moment,

For he is now not only discarded, despite the fact that he looks up to himself,

While the people and the servants stare at him in repugnance.