The Special Gift Poem by Madhuri Sawant

Knowledge comes with every word,
It grows with every thought,
It spreads with every speech.

Wisdom can only be offered,
But can never be completed,
Yet it knows no bound.

With every dawn and every dusk,
It is filling me more and more,
Making me imagine longer and longer,
In the charisma of brighter and better.

Intelligence is the epitome of success,
Leading to a new brighter side on earth,
Possessing it is the enchanting feeling,
To make us wonder sane.

Yet these things are insane,
The greatest gift of god for all living on earth,
Which can’t be expressed in any form?

Nurturing values will make us sound,
From other irrational kind,
Yet so engrossed in reviewing other lives,
Wasting the most special gift