Silence no sorrow begets,
Humility be born before honour,
Soft answer turns wrath's corner. [2.12]
Man but be lost in wishes,
Of wealth, fame and riches,
This airy castle he stitches,
With logic that are his ditches. [2.20]
Richness and fat does need,
In logic clever fine deeds,
But paunches never do breed,
Fine thoughts or sublime seeds. [2.22]
A dog to vomit does turn,
A fool to folly returns,
The wise err but learn,
Gaining from each burn. [2.29]
Hypocrisy a homage is true,
That vice pays to virtue,
Be man himself so true,
That no false does he brew. [2.33]
Extracts from `Aim of Life'
By Munnan © Munindra Misra
Email: munindramisra@gmail.com
