A-nger begets quarrel,
N-o good ever, nothing right;
G-rudge causes cold war,
E-nding the flame of
L-ight.
Z-one of love though
A-ffects the home of anger;
P-ure heart beats in harmony,
A-t dawn seventeenth October.
T-ry to feel like lamb,
E-ver gentle in action;
R-elieve the hate to be meek,
O-pen your heart to emotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem