A merchant was there
Full of bubble pride
Left a mark erywhre
Evry street he ride
He was full of prejudice
And hollow assumptions
He claimed knowledge
In chaos of confusions

One day he met a man
Poor and Old
The sun was high as the story told
The old man saw him
and walked through his way
Shocked the merchant
"How he may"
Questioned the great old
"How come ignore
Each and every story
For all the peasents off the area
Respect me off my glory"
The old smiled and said
nothing
Walked on his way again
Thinking
The curious merchant followed his way
The ignorance of a peasant has shocked him away
The old then stopped and asked
  " Was it something that he passed "
  " or was it the curiousity and the pride
  that made him follow one who didnt step aside "
Embarrassed the merchant
Got furified raged and yelled
Are you foolish or a troll
Disrespcting a mighty being so small ?
The old and wise smirked again
Whispered politely
  "Why so pain"
Again the merchant shocked and confused
Uttered something in a refuse
Old man then started speaking
  "I know o youth what you are thinking
   You percieve a bubble position
   Of a hollow might
   Relative are these quantities
   Your mind is in darkness put some light"

The merchant stunned silent and still
Kept on listening this wise mans oratory skill
The wise continued his wisdom polite
  "The world is changing
   None knows the right
   Who defines whats might
   When nobody knows whats even might"
  "You perceive of supremacy
   You act like a prodigy
   When nothing are you
   In front of the almighty
   Comparing yourself to lower
   Prayed by the weak
   This is how you perceive being the top
   Higher is the peak"

   " acting smart is not being on top
   Its knowing you are here just for a stop"
  "As light and darkness
   Everything changes
   Brave is the one
   Who not boasts in good
   And in sad he embraces"

The merchant now on ground
Begged for mercy
For his actions of hate
Made him cursy
He said with hands joined
and a heart warm
   "o old and wise
   In the worlds swarm
   Prejudice and pride
   Kept my mind aside
   I thought would teach you a lesson of a kind
   You must be a foolish or blind
   For not stopping and bowing in respect
   Apologies o elder for such tract"

   The old man smirked again and waved
   I have work to do son,
   Be blessed and saved"
The merchant still is clueless but changed
His pride was gone
His rage was lowered
He tried to find the old again through his life
Followed the path of polite
And generous
He died as a glorious
But still clueless who
In the world is the real victorious