Wisdom

A man plants tree saplings in hills In valleys where it will grow Into trees of fruit bearing ones Not for himself but for his family The members likely to come after his demise. A man plants the fruit bearing tree saplings Gives lot of attention afterwards The wind passes through the way The tree stands with some self pride. The wind asks the trees to bow the branches To make its way so smooth without obstruction But the arrogant tree stands in its strength Reluctant with its self pride and stability. The minimum wisdom should have shown To the mighty and powerful wind Which have the capacity to uproot the tree But unfortunate wisdom lacks and pride stands Where tree is uprooted in the mighty wind. Not for the fruits alone the farmer wished But for the tree becoming so strengthened he liked But things of arrogance made things worst The entire trees uprooted in such a strong wind.