Conscience (The Only Adviser)

Conscience (The Only Adviser) short poem

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However popular you are,
you feel most unpopular at times

Popularity is like an intoxication

feelings of pride takes you to the
skies when the spirits sink in

feelings of frustration sets in
the moment spirits sink out

Glitter and glamour are as temporary as one’s life
level headed person can only take up the lure of
success and desperation of failure equally

Don’t be Proud of your beautiful looks because
credit should entirely go to your creator and not you

Feel proud of yourself when others respect and adore you
because you are the cause for adulation and no body else

Don’t be under the impression you are indispensable
because you have dispensed somebody who thought alike

Don’t feel proud of your generosity, then
your generosity will sure turn into Ego

Don’t think this writer is a genius to advise you
bear it in mind advisers are the ones
who cant follow what they preach

So allow your conscience to take centre stage
you can be rest assured none can question your integrity

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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