We Are Too Great To Make Mistakes! ! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

What I do is right,
What you do is right,
What we have done is right,
Why are the hearts blight?

When I escape through the windows,
You escape through the back doors,
When we escape through the ceilings,
The unsolved wounds exist in weeping.

When your presence make me sick,
my voice makes you to be ill in wick,
When our presence make the lamp to struggle,
The life of love is in meddling. Try to rekindle.

Before betrothal or any decision, choose the right,
To keep in your heart as the signals,
The signals will be wrong, when we are at fault,
Don't blame the signals, but blame our sights short.

The life is full of glory and enrichment,
When we nourish our thought with nutrients,
The life is full of gloom and barking incidents,
When the nerves are nourished with trash.