Isn’t it funny how proud we are of little things,
some of us proud of beauty,
some of success,
some of strength,
some a little less;

Proud though we are,
of what makes no sense,
it all fades away,
our age of ignorance;

And our egos seem to rise,
soar with lost pride,
we lose things we were proud of,
our egos anesthetize;

It’s funny how proud we are,
ignorant and rude,
insolent and crude,
askew.

I’ve lost interest in finishing this now.
shall take this time to reflect,
on my own,
of my own,
ignorant, arrogant, egoistic intellect.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar