My Pride Prejudiced My Soul

I was dying in my dungeon
Which my own soul had made,
My body was my coffin
My thoughts were my spade.

No burial was required,
It was I against myself;
And there was no confusion,
As I lay in my delf.

In no hurry to bury the hatchet,
I struck myself with my mind;
To see what all led to this,
Was till now i just blind?

Why One who loved himself the most,
was all after his Life?
I wondered why, before goodbye;
I want to quell this strife.



It's said one reminisces;
When lying on death bed.
Reminiscing all through my life,
Was I just Living Dead?

I see no one I sheltered,
I feel never being loved.
Indifferent to win or lose;
Neither Happy nor sad.

Indifferent to world's curses,
I did not care for tears.
In vain attempt to win all
I killed my lurking fears.


My only mistake, as I see it,
"my self-perception was much-vaunted'.
This contemplating conundrum,
Just made my Pride Undaunted.



Blinded by material gains,
I lost myself to Pride.
While those who loved me, ebbed away;
My Ego took a stride.

"Eccentric", as called by all;
I lost my touch with ground.
With every ounce of Loneliness
My Pride grew more profound.

Few Friends I lost, as it appeared;
No one was left I found.
But in the end all that remained,
was a hollow vessel with lots of sound.

While i was living the Glory days,
My Life just had one Goal:
'To Put myself above all',
My Pride Prejudiced my Soul.

-ARA