The frigate’s keel was razor sharp,
cutting the unchartered waves ruthlessly,
Like fingers cut by strings of a harp.
The craft was proud of its enormous size,
Ruling the wild ocean,
With a tall stern and a hull beaming with pride.
The pride soon transformed to arrogance,
She demeaned everyone,
As to her no had any relevance.
The other vessels were scared to come in her sight,
For her hubris,
Became everyone’s fright.
The other ships now kept distance for her,
And her disillusioned self,
Gradually made her vision blurred.
One day her pompous self decided to traverse a way,
That was not the path to go,
During the winter days.
Others wanted to stop her,
But they knew what she would say,
So they refrained speaking their mind,
And let her chart the way.
And then they heard,
The frigate’s
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Wow ……that thin line between arrogance and pride is often forgotten. ……great advice 🙂
Thanks so much for reading
Nice words!
My pleasure 😊
She is strong
😊🌸thanks for reading
A brilliant way to use the frigate as the maniacal ego.
Thanks so much Megha
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wow this is interesting, god knows what they are doing in spam
Check your spam. Maybe few of mine may be resting there