Poem By ashok jadhav

My dear love,
We can become the mouthpiece of each other,
And we can become the mouthpiece of all,

My dear love,
What requisite is understanding,
And what requisite is mutual mending,

My dear love,
What requisite the knowledge of the self,
And what requisite is the knowledge of the world,

My dear love,
Showcase them your knowledge of the world,
And showcase them your knowledge of the self,

My dear love,
Showcase them your readiness to do,
And showcase them attentiveness of you,

My dear love,
What is expected is intelligence,
And then you becomes the center of attentions,

My dear love,
Do those deeds which inspires the lives;
And not conspires the lives,

My dear love,
Keep in mind;
We are weak but knowledge is mighty,
And it is the knowledge;
It is an understanding,
On the basis of which we can win the world,

So, my dear love,
If we want to become mouthpiece of all,
Then knowledge and understanding are the prerequisites,

And, my dear love,
Whatever you searching in the outer side of the world,
Is already present there within your heart,

For my dear love,
What you required is to peep inward;
And to look inward,
There everything an ocean of knowledge,
Within you heart,

My dear love,
We can become the mouthpiece of all,
What requisite is to know yourself,
And what requisite is to learn from errors,
What requisite is to self introspect,
And what requires is to become introvert,

Then definitely, my dear,
We can become the mouthpiece,
And we can become the mouthpiece of each other.

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This poem is an address to my love for how to live in the world.

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