About Morning Wisdom Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Every morning a few photographs reach my phone,
with a wish of 'good morning' they speak of wisdom.
Some say, time reveals the face of acquaintance.
Another says, we all are alone - yet afraid of loneliness.
Similar points - proof 'misproof' disproof arrive,
I get them even when I do not ask for them.
The ideas of wisdom are often not followed,
they are passed on so that others can follow,
we want others to be sober, kind and compassionate,
we wait eagerly for others to come forward and cooperate.

The words of wisdom are burdens that we do not want to carry.
From time immemorial, burdens have been carried by asses.
I doubt whether a mobile phone is the new 'ass',
or it is man himself, made 'ass' of, out of volition.

I do not know.
I am confused.