User blog:Nithin Purple/To Pride

To prideLet me freeze not in this untidy world of Vain; Where man craft his inflated sense and status, Love has its bloomed flowers only in strain , And lots their mind ill alerted is obvious. False pride, do you  judge your yield; Your's, an embalmer moving, odious; Your's  Man birth and its quick withering wild, And worth, you the desert, bow only your knees to immortal pious