One morning i was sitting on the park bench.
A thought came and asked me what is the wise thing to do?
I wondered a lot, could not even start to think.
What could be the wise thing to do?
Did i ever think about wise things?
No, i always did things which were necessary for me.
I never thought about opposite to anything.
But i had to answer as it was asked to me.
I did not find anything to utter from my mouth.
Then i realized to keep quiet and moving on towards your destination
Is the wise thing to do.
At lease for me, i said to the thought.
He smiled and left in silence.
Now i am curious to know what is a wise thing to do?
Can you tell me what do you think?
Biny*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem