With So Much Poem by Gajanan Mishra

You know nothing, my dear men
With so much reading writing
And research works, you have
Done nothing for welfare of others
Everything is still unknown to you.
In this poem and in that you are
Only searching researching the violations
Of rules regulations grammatical errors etc
Only to satisfy your loopholes of
Not understand properly the fact
And not being able to admit the Truth.

It is fact that we all are here
Living together, sleeping, sitting
Loitering together, we must say each other
My dear, we are truth, we are all
Perfect, we are all pure, we should live
In truth, we should remain as true friends
For all times to come and so we should
Tolerate each other and excuses each others
Mistakes, errors each and every time
We know and it is fact the at the absence or
Disappearance of one the other is void of everything.