Deign Not Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Be it a night of a new moon gloom,
Or a path of myriad roadblocks,
Be it madness or evil game,
While you walk towering high,
Do gods tread sideways and make way for you;
What mortals do, why you brood, walk algate upright.


While you stand head and shoulder above,
While steady in walk and steps never shake,
The thorns 'neath the feet sting you not,
Only spur you to run and reach target;
The specters of fall haunt resolves in you
While you stop your walk in fear of rocky roads;
Roll like a roller and smoothen your route,
Deign not to little things and look algate ahead.


Hurdles and rough roads deter resolves of dwarfs,
Not the firm strides of the regal tall men;
The world is a little thing while you outgrow its shell,
While you stand skyward, free of twists and pulls;
You are then the lord, the world on your feet,
While the world knows that you transcend its limits;
Stand up to the roof-top and walk like a colossus,
Make sure, never ever the world crosses your path.

You walk at your will while you know inside out
And firm in the soul with the trust on own self;
It is not the world you live, but the stride you take counts,
It is not the world you live, but the stride you take counts;
Take the world by its horns and tame with inner strength
And be oblivious of small things while eyes are on cosmic scale.