All the wise
Think twice
Before they speak,
Before they strike.
As a melancholy,
He's a time gloomy
Not due to sadness
Nor because of giddiness;
But for a perfect contemplation
On the hearts Inquisitions.
As a sanguine,
He's optimistically driven
By all who cheers
And with them rejoices
But never carried away
By the comic play.
For his desperate rudiment,
He's as wise as serpent.
And like a cooing dove
He's always in move
To place himself lower
Than the curious burghers.
His desire for knowledge
Is a step to a glorious stage;
For Readers are Leaders
And Readers never waver
Within the contest of wit
And their discissions switch.
#Itz_Ali_Alexon
November 15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem