Pride Is Tonic
Poem By Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
I beheld her to behold me; she did.
I loved her to love me; she did.
I wanted her to want me; she did.
Beyond that she didn’t step in; I lost
Beyond that I couldn’t get in; she left.
I pine and pine in such love and I wane.
I boast and boast of such love, and I waste.
I pride and pride myself on my worth, and last.