A Choice

Keeping a still stance,
When I stopped my body from indifferently turning the other way

Keeping a straight face,
When all the things they spout are ridiculously inexplicable

Keeping a strained smile,
While I grit my teeth suppressing the stinging machete, yearning to escape my lips

Keeping my hands clutched,
When I wish I could bang  their rock-hard heads, knocking some sense into them

Keeping a steady breath,
When all I want is to errupt and burn them to ashes

Letting in a deep breath,
As I pacify the deafening ignorance and insouciance crowding my head

Opening my ears,
As I permit their words, their cluelessness, to poke my concern

Nodding my head,
As I listen and decipher the wired thoughts running wild in their heads

Holding out my hands,
As I pat them in the back and dissipate the superfluous words and acts

Drawing a truthful smile,
As I slowly kill their blunders and seeping seeds of wisdom in their hearts

Fixing my stance,
As I get myself ready to serve and share my insights.

For what's use of wisdom if it's ignored?
And what's use of wisdom, if not shared?