A Wise Man foretold
After I posted the following poem under the category of “Essays” some reviewers argued it was not the right place. Besides, someone asked me to disclose its overall meaning and change it. Instead, I will give a short explanation showing what my intention was, regarding my work.
The idea crossed my mind when I thought of many intellectuals nowadays in relation to wisdom. Even though they are perceived as educated and smart, they fall short of the average standard of sagacity. Good judgement and understanding are not necessarily the outcome of a highly-educated mind. Put differently, a wise man can be illiterate while a widely-read and cultivated mind may pass for a fool.
What does really make a wise person wise?
I strongly believe that experience and self-culture are more effective tools to throw humankind into the realm of wisdom than that of books, acadamic circles and art. In one word, life, with all its hardships, and calamities, nurtures the mind and strenghtens the soul more than a higher education.
Thought, intellect, and culture, no wisdom impart,
Neither do books, literature, education and art.
A cultivated mind, seldom, sounds like a sage.
An illiterate fellow, much wiser with age.
Patience and perseverance are the seeds of maturity.
Not, a widely-read, sitting on the couch, drinking tea.
Calamity, paves the way for a subtle and a refined mind,
Whilst the frivolous well-educated, by wisdom left behind.
Excellence, only through self-culture and ethics, is achievable,
Gaining experience and sophistication from pages, is unbelievable.
So, whoever good sense and careful judgment strives to behold,
“Stay far from the madding crowd of books,” a wise man, foretold.
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