Air Is Polluted With Advice. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

We are surrounded by advice
So much so that we can't dodge it
We are saturated with advice
So much that we can't doll it out.

We are smothered with homilies,
Platitudes, pontifications
Lectures, sermons, and suggestions,
Not to say books and media.

Parents advise; teachers advise.
Doctors advise; lawyers advise.
Neigbours advise; vendors advise.
So do Gurus and instructors.

Each one climbs upon a soapbox
And deliver what he's cooked up
So as to put oneself on a level
Above those whom one addresses.

Advice would gather real value
Only when it is sought or bought.
Fearing advice, I stopped telling
Anyone about