Sure I must tame my tongue
Lest I fall in the fire of dung!
Rests in it the sweetness of speech
Wisdom flows as you nicely preach!
Sour or sweet, tongue knows the difference
In the world of food, it has its preference!
When left untamed and let loose
We falter and let tongue to choose
The nasty road that leads to hell
Slow but sure follows the death knell!
The tongue unbridled and untamed
Leads in fact to uncontrolled words
Makes life difficult and ill-famed
Even our good friends made to cross swords!
Tamed tongue breeds nice health and peace
Through words sweet and food nice with ease!
this is really good, a longer read help me truly comprehend the deeper meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes our speech reflects our personality, Bad words once out of the mouth hurt and are not forgotten easily, the control is must… The poem is didactic in tone. **Abha**