I know there lays a box un- opened
Un-attended in the junk house
There is device hidden, unknown
And poverty fashioned truth dying;
Dying with modern economy sprinters;
Life, where you lost the knowledge?
Ah! Scientific knowledge, a step brother
Of the knowledge of humanity
Judge, economy is the retail shop
To ease the pain of human
But as a result we see
The mass death in war and revolution
Silently watching Syria, the death
Like cockroach human are being killed
And already seen in Iraq or Afghan
Gimmicks to bring peace, a farce,
A mimic and a slap on our knowledge
I know truth is poor but free
And we all quest for peace with richness
The world of Kings and Queens
Knowledge! Go and open the box
Take out the Wisdom
Knowledge is the shadow of wisdom
And truth, the soul of Wisdom, I know..
But keep quiet, don’t see, look or utter
We all must imitate to act like
Deaf, dumb and blind, for as, to live long!
Useless mind, what you will find?
Knowledge is the shadow of wisdom And truth, the soul of Wisdom, I know.. Proverbial lines! Beautiful poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Knowledge takes us to the paths of wisdom and a stark reality....''truth is dying.