Tongue

Tongue short poem

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Beautiful face emits radiance
one just love to look beautiful

External beauty attracts
one cant see blemish in it

Tongue is the one which is hidden
Tongue can enhance the external beauty
Tongue can also act as spoil sport

Tongue when in control is pleasing
Tongue out of control is disturbing

let not allow your tongue to loosen out
keep it in check

lose tongues is akin to
horse running hey where

lose tongue is culture less
lose tongue is devilish

without ascertaining truth
lose tongue stretches out
to criticise

Lose tongue cant rest in peace
it indulges in gossipping

Lose tongue can spoil ones life
lose tongue creates filth in the vicinity

Tongue which chants God is noble
Tongue which talks kind is soothing
Tongue which doesn’t hurt is Godly

Good Tongue creates beauty
Lose tongue destroys beauty

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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