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Never Preach

Certain things cannot be said or done,
It cannot be heard or seen,
It cannot be preached or even felt….
It cannot be even understood…
It should be experienced!
Then the pain can be felt,
The agony can be seen,
The desperate call for help can be heard
The problem of the other can be totally understood
And then the solution can be preached!
All this cannot be done when it is not experienced!
They easily say,
“Put yourselves in other’s shoe”
But…it is not as easy
Just to insert your legs…
The feeling always varies..
The emotions vary..
The situations vary..
The opinions vary..
The suggestions differ
Could anyone treat the other
As thy self? Are we saints?
Are we not struck,
Helpless into this unpleasant trance
Where we experience
Both sorrow and joy?
Could we try and realize?
Could we try and experience?
Is it ever possible?
These are events that happen
Beyond our efforts
Beyond our restraints!
It should come to thy by self!
Then how can people
Have similar experiences?
How could they ever feel the same?
Then how could they preach?
Preachers can only be saints,
And nobody else!
We can never conclude,
Never take a chance
To get eroded or go and preach
This can be totally confusing!
But this is the truth!

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