Wisdom Of The Humble Poem by ashok jadhav

I walked along a village lane,
Where earth was plain, and skies were wide;
The farmer bent with patient hands,
Yet carried honor deep inside.
The washer sang beside the stream,
Her song as simple as the day;
Yet in each note, a quiet truth
That life is shaped in honest way.
The children played with tattered toys,
Their laughter free, their hearts sincere;
No gold or silver gilded dreams,
Yet joy was rich, and love was near.
The elder shared his daily bread,
Not asking more than could be given;
His life was small, yet vast in thought,
A humble path, yet rightly driven.
I learned from all these modest lives
That virtue thrives where pride does fade;
That strength is born in simple deeds,
And wisdom blooms in quiet shade.
So let the world with pomp proclaim
Its glory loud and fast and high;
I follow those whose hearts are plain,
For they reveal what money cannot buy.