It isn't tough so to speak;
Unlike Gamblers' lingo.
It is not of learning too;
Neither bounded by rules;
Nor govern by principles,
Rather it is of mere;
With no exclusion of all;
As every Tom, Dick and Harry can,
So it is of all,
Of Peace, Happy and Kind;
But less spoken it is
The Language of Love.
While the Language of Hate;
Sophisticated of all;
Of Unkind, Misery and Bloodshed;
Yet it be can so fluent;
To speak the Language of Hate.
A different perspective of the word love. Well written Rinchen. Thanks a lot for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The language of hate will lead to 'Unkind, Misery and Bloodshed' whereas the language of love, though its takers are limited, will lead to a world full of Peace, Happiness and Kindness. Thanks a lot, Rinchen for this terrific poem.