On Advice Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

No one is doing any work—
Those who don't play cricket
Are busy giving advice.
Those who give advice aren't in politics,
Yet a cloud of counsel hangs over the sky,
So heavy now, it can't stay afloat.
The world stands speechless,
Crushed beneath advice.

What foolishness is this?
There's no harm in advising—
But learn first, work first,
Play some cricket, join some politics!
You've never played chess,
Never read two books,
Yet you come to preach wisdom—
Your tongue's gone pale from advice,
Where is your honour now?

Giving advice isn't easy, my friend—
See there: twenty-two in a line,
Each an adviser, yet none advising;
They're busy at work,
Swatting flies like clerks.

But you—no, you're not wise.
Never in politics, never in sport,
Yet your paws of advice stretch wide.
Think for a moment—
Your words erupt like lava,
Burning reason to ash.

Consider this:
Advice without knowledge,
Without the sweat of experience,
Is worthless.
Abandon the habit—
Do some work, seek wisdom's crown;
Then speak.
Your advice will shine,
And the world will listen.