With dirt’s accumulation in heart
You can never think of goodness as an art
Even if you try for it, it will have no meaning
At no stage you will be winning
Try to be no preacher
If you have nothing to offer
Even good teacher has to learn
At each point with decisive turn
People rush for giving advice
They have no sure device
They offer as have nothing to lose
But often choose word carefully
No one is perfect
Yet it is imperfect
To act in a manner
As preacher
Polite words may create effect
It may earn honor with act
People may find some solace
As it has some truth with trace
So seek and render
If that is wanted even by reader
Anybody can write anything
But it must have logic behind to offer something
Hasmukh Mehta welcome Maricela Ramírez, Shujat Ahmad like this. 2 mins · Unlike · 1
A great and wonderful poem David Stephens5 minutes ago you are a great writerI enjoyed this poem
With dirt’s accumulation in heart You can never think of goodness as an art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lisa Lombardi Sincerity with analysis is always an explosive combination, that shall act like a detonator in such situation. Last line, ur style. Poetically very well message conveyed! ! ! 1 hr · Unlike · 1