The Wise Man

The words of the wise are seldom spoke;
Upon true wisdom a fool does choke…
Stunned by the wise man’s words, they are confused,
They try to turn the words around just to be misused.
Yet, the word of wisdom does quietly speak,
So search diligently for the wisdom you seek.
Then, shall you find what you’re looking for,
To become wiser than you were before.
But never forget, there is always one wiser than you,
And what you bite off, you must also chew!

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Kavita Jaitly
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I enjoyed reading the poem as it gives a transparent picture of WISDOM as a genuine virtue worth pursuing, especially in today’s scenario.

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