think carefully before you speak
just pause before you throw that dart,
love cares, love feels, all too much,
ah...that we all knew so well, this art,
dark feelings surface....
rise aided by a demonic brew,
such occasions are many for some,
and for the lucky ones very few,
wisdom must surely come,
as we age we must mature,
our minds should now be cleared up,
and make way for what is pure,
speech, hurting and unthinking,
can only cause more hurt
a sweet word spoken wisely
is better than the unfeeling and curt,
how can you hurt, the one you love
by that tongue, unfeeling and sharp,
banish thoughts that are vengeful,
and cause the mind to warp,
those who love deeply and well
do so inspite of your flaws,
so recognize your inherent weaknesses
banish the probable cause,
its time to uplift ourselves,
come closer to our maker, the Lord
whenever you think youre losing your grip
just reconnect that divine cord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true, conneting with our spiritual self helps. good poem! Preets