Being good

When in the land of anger
Seeds of love we sow

When in the sea of hatred
The boat of affection we row

When on the mountain of greed
The cart of generousity we tow

When to the plantation of war
The water of peace we bestow

Thats the real meaning of being good
Then only we can see that

When the hearts are pure
Theres no room for evil to grow

Reviews

[Gayatri neman]

you have a very nice perspective. i like your poem. i love the way you have ended the poem..it really is true..when your heart is filled with purity and respect for self and others..there will never be room for evil stuff.

[Kunal Garg]

Thanq so much for your review... really appreciate it :)