No Preacher Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With dirt’s accumulation in heart
You can never think of goodness as an art
Even if you try for it, it will have no meaning
At no stage you will be winning

Try to be no preacher
If you have nothing to offer
Even good teacher has to learn
At each point with decisive turn

People rush for giving advice
They have no sure device
They offer as have nothing to lose
But often choose word carefully

No one is perfect
Yet it is imperfect
To act in a manner
As preacher

Polite words may create effect
It may earn honor with act
People may find some solace
As it has some truth with trace

So seek and render
If that is wanted even by reader
Anybody can write anything
But it must have logic behind to offer something