Obsession with death is like a personal disease. Being modest – wastes a lot of time and ages. Even if our humility has reached others, we play its drums. Let's do the cleaning. Even in accepting that the other person is modest, there is the generosity of our humility – we take it for granted. Also, we notice from time to time that everyone we know has less modesty than us. Poet Umashankar Joshi looks inside himself and sees the face of society's understanding. Everyone's personal story is portrayed in poetry. Pretends to be discreet despite knowing it and strikes out at everyone. Showing too much humility – it's not even suspected! When modesty fades away like a perfume in the display of modesty, one is completely unaware of it. We feel suffocated by saying no to many relationships under the assumption that we are polite. Also, the map of suspicion of modesty does not come off. The suspicion of modesty is also intoxication – it is not known for a lifetime! Both speech and behavior of the cultivated modesty are reflected in his manners and beauty. A fair complexion is not necessary for a beautiful face. Even if the clear sky is tilted, it can emit its fragrance even without rain. You never know when you will lose it in your efforts to cultivate humility! Its beauty is automatically revealed in the soul of a civilized man. Efforts bring success. Don't get polite. A successful person and a struggling person have different maps of humility. Where humility is present, even if there is nothing else, everything becomes present. Even our true feelings have to be drowned in the desire to show others. Humility is suffocated in the suspicion of being 'humble', and everywhere the jojos of the jojos are removed. Harindra Dave has a share. If you learn from me, then you will not be happy, everyone is tired of suffering. Modesty seems to come in life. But when he departs from life, it is not decided. Even before the 16 stanzas of the poem are completed, they leave! Walk away without clapping! Even before being modest, something surrounds the inside that the modesty disappears somewhere without coming. Poet Umashankar Joshi's poem is an accurate account of a life lived on the thin line between modesty and suspicion. The first thing we lose every day and search for all day long is humility at the root of spontaneity. Reading this poem is like gently re-charging yourself for a while. }
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The Poem of Life's Nod: A Map of Humility…
