Ordinary wise man
Not to talk on intellectuality
It is human quality'
Some are gifted with sharp like razor blade
Some remain ideal and totally dead
We all agree with the present state
It is grace from the god and is called fate
It has been taken as personal
To feel proud or honored as an individual
People too are intelligent
They pretend to be ignorant
But remember well about insult
And take chance when it suits
Some people are wise and keep mum
Their reaction to any hostile like things very minimum
They may say' silence is best policy'
We need not feel proud or feel jealousy
Wise man has not axe to grind
He remains alert and kind
People seek his advice
And he too renders it as matter of no choice
Sometimes we poke in matter where it is not at all needed
Help nothing but advice rendered
Show the status as if people may accept as rich man
On the contrary people disregard him and treat as an ordinary man
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Sometimes we poke in matter where it is not at all needed Help nothing but advice rendered Show the status as if people may accept as rich man On the contrary people disregard him and treat as an ordinary man