Gifts Aren't Taken Back Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

From which mine God dug out and gave your smile
to make you fair for my emotions to wax.
You speak scarce but doting tongue of a nubile;
a maid decked with too much gifts often brags.

Nature's gifts once given won't be taken back;
and you can bequeath such things to your child,
unless some harmful virus launched its attack
and pulled you back from dreaming wild.

When you live your life in quiet without a howl
Aand share your taxable income with the poor,
God hasn't time to cross your way and make you yowl.
If hands aren't stretched to help, peril is sure.

Don't be pleased to humiliate people by taunts harsh
as unknown forces watch the rude at times to smash.
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