Real Wisdom

Real Wisdom

With internet and WhatsApp

and plenty of modern gadgets to top

to children of this era, I must explain

with no electricity and no airplane,

darkness around from dusk to dawn

a kerosene lamp for bare illumination,

hooting of owls to the howling of jackals

grandma’s’ stories from ghouls to angels

then from where we grew up to this stage

with all inventions in their hands, we could raise.

Tales from grandma to curb our yells

peep in me often unveiling their spells

With experiences and wisdom

they glitter with Morales awesome.

The story of a scholar and a boatman

while rowing across a river’s swelling span

and the barracks of the queries of the scholar,

nothing the illiterate boatman could answer.

“You remain foolish; the living is futile for you”

Satire the scholar at the boatman the lone crew.

“Sir! Do you know swimming to cross the river

as the boat is sinking and I am diving to the water.”

The scholar’s wisdom is of no value

if for the bare survival it has no clue.

Now rush of all to the laurels of the net

deprive the laborers on the lands to sweat.

Excelling one another in intellect and wisdom

to reach the galaxies beyond the galaxy of uranium

but to produce a loaf of bread and a spoon of butter

though it may aid but independently can produce never.

The boatman is wise or wise is the scholar

now the net on the hand of kids, to the future is the answer.

P K Routray

in the service of Lord