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Humbleness
(Free Verse)

Humble is a man who prefers 
To take fresh air in his garden
Than waste his time in a pub,
To be dressed in simple clothing
Than in expensive high class dresses
That bursts a whole in his purse.
 
Humble is a man who wants to live
In a small modest home
In the shade of green trees
On the fringe of a village
Where since childhood he has been reared
Than in a mansion devoid of memories.

Humble is a man who relishes
To till his own garden,
Handle the soil with his own hand
Fearing not to dirt his clothing,
To travel by public means
Instead of costly limousines.

Humble is the man who has no self-conceit
Nor inflated opinion of himself,
Ever speaks well of others,
Talks not much of his own self,
Prefers to maintain silence,
But holds every man in respect.

Humble is a man expert in his field
Who claims he has yet more to learn,
Reckons his mistakes as a ground
To further improve his skill,
And is happy to share his knowledge 
Freely with one and all.

Humble is a wealthy man,
Enjoying plenty of health
Who mixes with everyone
As he knows that at time of his parting
Those who are nearest to him
Will bring him a helping hand.

Humble is the man who is aware
That life is a temporary journey,
His prime mission on the earth
Is to cleanse and purify his soul
That after many thousands of lives
 He may at last reach heaven.

Humbleness is not a weakness
Nor a mark of inferiority,
But indicates one`s inner strength
And a sense of maturity;
It is a balancing act of the self
That speaks even through silence,
Elevates the inner self
And makes the difference from proud souls.

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                                             Humility
                                            (Rhyme)

                            Humble is a man who prefers
                              To be clad in simple attires
                         Than in high brand costly clothing
                          Worth many a thousand sterling,
                            Relishes a stroll in the green
                             Than idling in a bar or inn.

                        Humble is he who wants to dwell
                           In a humble home that is bel,
                        With leafy trees providing shade
                          Just on the fringe of a village
                         To his forbears to pay homage
                        And for deep love of its vintage.

                           Humble and happy is a man
                       Who can till his backyard garden,
                     Dust his hands with crust of the soil
                        Without fear his clothes to spoil,
                          Opt by public means to travel
                          Than in limousines to marvel.

                      Humble he`s who bears no conceit
                    Of himself, but speaks fair and sweet 
                           Of others and of every man
                         Or embraces silence as friend,
                       Voices not much about himself,
                        Yet holds in esteem every self.

                       Humble is a man with great skill
                 Who claims he needs yet learn his field,
                       His mistakes gladly he reckons 
                        As reason to learn his lesson,
                      Is happy his knowledge to share
                           As a gift without any fare.

                   Humble is a man blessed with wealth
                      And jubilant with shines of health
                     Who retains his goodness with all
                     As he knows that if down he falls,
                        For helping hands, he can rely
                     On those who to him are close by.  

                      Humble is the man who`s aware
                         Of life one must ever beware
                              As it is just transitory
                            And earth is a purgatory
                          To clean and purify the soul
                       Before reaching the divine whole.

                           Humility is not weakness,
                        Nor it`s a stamp of shakiness,
                      It `s a symbol of inner strength,
                        It`s a mindful act of balance
                 That through the sweet sign of silence
                 From proud souls marks the difference,
                        It`s a gem of the inner self
                     That surely redounds on oneself.
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