The head full of trash which are called as facts,
is the reason for the wise people to get swindled,
of their own peace, when people start to avoid,
for being corrected, so the flocks have the same colors.
Keeping quiet is an art without telling a word,
even smiling is the best, pretending is the modest,
when come across the dogs which can only bark,
the silent wise people normally the victors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom in a poem. Thanks, Veeraiyah