A Bow Has A Lot To Say

Often we feel 

How can we bow down

When the revolving philosophy

'Go and grab,' rules on top.

But a downtrodden head

Just gives another chance

Not being judgemental

Yet bring receptively.

Fiery words might shower 

It might seem, a crippling creature

But in aplomb mind

Resides key to treasure hunt.

Acumen often attach 

Painting arms that match

Guiding tedious path

Like a dream within girth.

Humility never rise

But still, win the race

On grounds of attitude

That wins every soul.