Read not,
Read not my poems,
If you are not
At least a standard poet.
First acquire,
The power of reading,
The power of understanding,
And know the art of living.
First discover,
Yourself as a man,
First try to
See the ocean and the sky.
Here, on this earth, what you are.
Try to know from air, how you are.
And recognize yourself, it is you
In the broad day light, that is ever new.
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