Wrath Poem by sekharan pookkat
Wrath
Grapes of wrath are sore
When your mind filled by envy
Jealousy makes your mind poisonous
And darkness covers your soul.
Abrupt are your thoughts
When darkness rule your soul
Blindness rule your wisdom
And shadows replaces instead.
Goodwill washes and drains
All the miseries ahead
And Calves torn its prey
To wind up unrecognized path
Goodness will rid of poison in your mind. A thought provoking poem dear Sekharan. Thank you.
These are indeed wise words. A man's heart when filled with hatred and jealousy will never be at peace! Only one with a pure heart who can share another's pain and joy will find lasting happiness in life. A very enlightened way of thinking! A sure 10
Beautiful words, which is like to be composed to song
true vices are the hiccups in every bodies life, well described
A goodwill cleanse all impurities of the heart. Very nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:56:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gems indeed.We must not follow the road to jealousy.