Wisdom thou art wise,
Though many a fool doth not seek thee.
But play in thy shadow's disguise.
Pray! do not repent
For tis may not be the rich man's choice
Nor the reach of the poor ma's voice
Yet, tis the thirst f the want to be wise
that long to be quenched of thy wisdom's words.
When wise they ponder upon victory
for words once learnt has no jeopardy
unless used to pleasure with no measure
Tis my heart's treasure.
I do worship at thy shrine,
fOr no ma can steal my worthy smile.
Gained from absorbing thy every inch of knowledge
I live in life's bliss
Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
Grad ALLI U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
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