The old man tells the hours almost perfectly
From the length of shadows
Having walked the length of life
Without ever needing a clock!
He can smell in the air the coming rain
Knows the clouds that bear showers
Can closely predict season’s yield of grain
Needs no watch to measure the daily hours!
He can tell when his cow needs a bull
In her moos hears the urge for a mate
Though he has never gone to a school
His knowledge has stood him to this date!
He knows all the stars in firmament
Best way to till the soil for harvest
Has never needed a doctor for ailment
Knows the herbs to heal all infest!
Such is the man who has never been to school
Yet his wisdom can fill countless pages
Making instinctive sharp senses as his only tool
Has handed down his wisdom through the ages!
Pradip Chattopadhyay's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (His Wisdom by Pradip Chattopadhyay )
Did you read them?
- A LITTLE PRAYER, Vinaya Joseph
- Even for bluff, hasmukh amathalal
- For you - Mother, gajanan mishra
- My Morning Glory, Refa Kris
- The Beast, Shannon Paterson
- Mode Of Poetry, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Gathering Compensation, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- 2 of A Kind, Josep Rodriguez
- पाऊस ओथंबुन वाहत असताना..., Amit Anjarlekar
- sometimes we all, Ben Paynter
Poem of the Day
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941)
- Heather Burns
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)