They Aren’t Idle

One cannot but see or hear.
One cannot but smell or taste.
One cannot but feel the weather.
One does these without wages.

I cannot but opine or advice.
I cannot but praise or condemn.
I cannot but indulge in gossips.
I do these without wages.
Senses and ego can’t be idle.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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