No Advice, Please

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Do we need any type of advice from others? Why other’s plight concern us and bother? Are those concern only meant to be lip services? Not to learn any for self from other’s misses It has remained custom and merely a tradition Purely academic interest without any condition Sometimes fuel passion and serve as ignition Thought blasts within without any ammunition Catching the nerve point and it hurts us most Simple dose of solace which means nothing in cost It may be conceded at given point of time and heeded Some more concrete action is often needed It may invite ire when hollow promises are given Increase in plights and condition horribly driven Person may loose temper and hurl simple abuses Everybody may turn down advise or refuse It is not necessary to render it free People may avoid and some times flee Your presence may invite mixed response Some may term it useless and even nonsense You may feel bad but not react badly Displeasure may be shown and accepted very sadly If you can draw the lesson and read as judgment Insult may be avoided for that very moment It is better to render where it is needed Hundred percent sure that it will be heeded Valuable points may be noted and conceded Concern and unnecessary worries may be receded It will serve as medicine and immediate relief Fast recovery and strengthening the belief May enlighten the person with full confidence Advice may have more weight with earning credence

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