The Respect
The respect that has no rules, no manners
And no ways to convey the Proper sense
Of heart, to get inclination of others
But we do as it is our defined duty
It gets grace from respected figure
With word of honour and notions
Perhaps it creats the intimacy
Or somewhat happiness for both
But oh no !oh no ! Look thy heart
That may be impure to accept the honour
How can we deceive ourselves
By false but desired respect
It doesn't buy or beg from others
And never gets by prosperity
The respect and honour is
But a result of our own's character
And manner and all what we do
On the stage of world before the people
Who are the audience and arbiters
Practically it never achieved
It sprouts directly in the minds
And gives the judgment
Just after seeing the face
Who is respectable .
©©Ram kesh mishra
