Tongue- a
virtue
On which
one’s image is displayed,
A thing by
which;
Respect gets
fade or made.
Lost fame
never comes again;
While it
takes much time to gain;
Trying to get
lost gives nothing,
Except grief,
pain and sets in vain.
A slight
mistake could be a difference between;
A future
bright;
And sorrowful;
Dark night.
But,
situations are not to be
blamed;
As precious
diamonds of soul;
Tackles times
of grief and sufferings;
Being
opposite to inexpensive coal.
It’s the
brass that changes its color—
Sometimes
yellow green or blue;
But gold
remains unaffected;
That’s why it
has value.
Composed by:-
Shivam Jha
