Never advise a fool
This was taught in school
Even though the world is beautiful
The arguments remain for glass as empty or full
Now story is reversed
Strong words from fools promised
We are wrapped in falsehood
Always cheated in neighborhood
Now advice is free
Fruits are in abundance on tree
You take as much as you want
But never work hard or attempt to plant
You may find free advisors
Cutting your pocket with scissors
You will know only when money is gone
“Oh, I was fool” may remain only slogan
You will know only when money is gone “Oh, I was fool” may remain only slogan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Manju Suri I must admit your poetry is livestock...like sheep in a flock...every line verse a limerick...very catchy and slick...! ! ! 5 hours ago · Unlike · 1 person