Whenever you bite your
Nail of your little finger(s) ,
However your look and beauty
Might increase and linger,
All the dirt underneath your finger(s)
Drains into your stomach for ever;
E.coli enters into your gut
Amoebiasis you might get set,
Your health will be spoiled,
Don't bite your nail, Dame!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
FOR THE SAKE OF SANITATION, I plan to use this in my Sept.2018 showcase of PH poems by poets 'from' the Indian subcontinent. questions? feel free to ask. you name shall be prominently displayed (twice) in the showcase. thanks. bri :)