The Perspective

Ajay Pradhan | June 28, 2015

From the giddy height

Of the mountain top

You look at the town

Far below down.

With no trace of grace

On your vein face

That's full of smug frown

You look around.

You think of human race

Far behind your pace

That lives in that town

As merely clown.

And above them all

With a heart full of gall

You think you stand tall

And the rest can fall.

With a swooning head

And a swelling chest  

With sighted eyes

But like clouded skies.

With a murky mind

And thoughts too blind

What do you find

But perspective misaligned?

You think you bear

Power extraordinaire

Deem yourself of great renown

The one with the dazzling crown.

So you look below

And think as though

With a smirk on your lips

And a mind out of grips.

That all men below there

Are beneath you, for sure.

And  your ego bloats

And your mind gloats.

You think you're

Master of all

The rest of them

Just too small.

But, oh, omnipotent

You let your ego float

Wrap your mind under a coat

And forget to take an important note.

Those men down

Below in the town

When they look up

At the mountain top.

They don't see you at all

For them you're too small

They have a different perspective

Maybe your view is defective.