Pride and prejudice are twain easy-peasy words,
Yet Foregathering mammoth.
There he was throng with hubris,
good-looking, affluent, lifestyle in acrimony,
Prejudiced with superabundant pride,
No room for love ,only for vanity,
Torpefied in feeling,
insensate,stone deaf,purblind,
Just himself and he.
He was in the journey,
With exorbitant pride,
The bizarre practice,
Makes way for prejudice.
And then he saw her,
paragon of pride,
Pride with no conceit,
Pride with magnanimity,
Alluring, Delightful, Quick-witted,
Eyes squizing skywards,
Reflecting paradise above,
A grin fills the Stygian abode,
A heart uplifted with love,
No character can be like her and there's no hint.
He desired to fight with her,
The fight of pride,
His vainglory,
Her glory.
She would have simply amnestied his pride,
Had it not chagrin her,
However, amoung all the peculiar connection,
They found themselves in love.
He grapple in conceited,
Everything around him,
made him blind.
His emotions couldn't get surpressed,
Because she bewitched him,
His body and soul,
With a avid endearment.
She shatter the hex,
To unlock his closed eyes, and
To take him where love truly lies.
And, that's where,
It became clear,
Pride and prejudice made to fall,
Love vanquish all.
And Mr. Darcy found his soulmate
Elizabeth Bennet,
amidst Bennet skin and blister...
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