Treasure Island

Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

(17.10.1944 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

Don’t have company with the dishonest idiots!


It is pleasant
…to live without abetting
the wealth of others possession!

It is pleasant
…to live by doing virtuous deeds;
not doing the illegitimate deeds!

It is pleasant
…to live without being in company
with the dishonest idiots even by mistake!

Submitted: Sunday, May 04, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Hi,
This poem 'Don’t have company with the dishonest idiots! ' is a translation of a poem from Tamil literature 'Iniyavai naaRpathu'

பிறன்கைப் பொருள்வௌவான் வாழ்தல் இனிதே
அறம்புரிந் தல்லவை நீக்கல் இனிதே
மறந்தேயும் மாணா மயரிகள் சேராத்
திறந்தெரிந்து வாழ்தல் இனிது.21 இனியவை நாற்பது

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