No evil mind or heart is called righteous;
An evil source begets just evil things;
Devils don’t care if life is most precious;
True charity from hearts good, loudly rings.
Goodness isn’t born from wretched human hearts;
You cannot feign for long doing good deeds;
Results are bad from total of bad parts;
To fire goes bad grain and harmful weeds.
Though potable is water made from brine,
God fills with water rivers fresh to drink;
A country can’t progress with vice and wine;
Sane minds and hearts can only good thoughts ink.
More evil’s born from evil every day;
The good, one does in truth alone will stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a powerful poem on the status of our pitiful State Tamil Nadu...Tasmac should be closed to protect our children from poverty.. Well done, John, Keep writing..