Truth may not Smooth

At times Justice never wins

As truth is given a hitting

Mind goes out of order

Result is a real disaster


Our rage overtakes wisdom

We commit limitless errors

Our mind never concentrates

We deviate toward a blunder


Others by their foolish deeds

May convert mind into a hell

If we fall into their deadly trap

Our happiness goes to pieces


In our path are spread thorns

Naturally by the order of God

We can't cancel his commands

We must face wisely the reality


We may be meant for sorrow

Agonies may be our assets

Tears may be our bosses

Let us proceed with wisdom.


mvvenkataraman