Good good good good
Very good, very good, very good.
What is good, how much good
Nobody is here to explained.
Our experiences only giving us
Pain and burning sensation
In throat in tongue and in body.
We are not pleased upon us
Because we know our lifestyle
Are the causes of our sickness.
Too much love is poison,
Keep yourself away, my dear, from
Ill talks and evil habits and
Various entertainment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
goodness is universal. we should try to chalk out a programme. please read my poems and comment.