Guilt Of Good Poem by Jigmet Angmo

Frailty, mass of orthodox they call,
Goodness turning weakness precedes over.
Achilles heel pointed by you, fire set all,
Oil u spill, fierce it grew and prey hover.

Hideen truth, late kindness melt by,
Sailor of sea, obsequious captain cry.
Slog of dark hours, face of bearing guilt,
Light of good, strained the curtains white.

Like the stream, tress flows smooth,
Tangled bows of heaven, sorrows shed.
Guilt of good, showes joy lest u regret,
Time elopes and leaves it turning sour.