Heart Is Tender But Few Can Handle Poem by mamutty CHOLA

HEART IS TENDER BUT FEW CAN HANDLE
However long the poor may cry, their tears
never get dried up. The poor are very rich in tears
Like an ever green stream

My love, the whole world is in love with you
My love but you are my whole world

Why should I blame you for my misfortune
It is not your fault, fault is mine; love happens

Anger is like match box, it burns
self first before burning others

Those who carry fire of revenge within
Always carry an incurable ulcer within

A life lived with dignity is products of four qualities
They are character, courteous behaviour, noble thought
And respectable and civilized company

Our tongue is very tender and light
But in life, very few people could handle it with care