Silence Pays


Silence Pays
God loves without bias
He is the most secular,
Never ceases loving
In His duty He is regular.

He is nether deaf
Nor He is sightless
He listens to all
But prefers stillness.

He looks at all his fans
But more on those in corners
Praying in perfect silence
Without any glamour.

Why then cry hoarse
Calling Him loudly,
Making Him sad
And thee unmannerly!

He listens to all prayers
But likes those in silence,
But blind the people are
Who have no patience!

Be childlike if wants
To His blessings
Noisy prayers are wild
Bring no rejoicing.

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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