Gangadharan nair pulingat biography of albert
•
Gangadharan nair pulingat biography of albert
Ramayana the epic ode of India
The story of a courteous kingdom
The story of noble couple
The story line of truth, sacrifice
Upshot untimely death of a dear friend
Never it is possible to forget
A step long friendship that expected
But death took away the life.
Nobility wings of the butterflies in goodlooking color
Children likes them so much primate well as the grown ups
Their hurried, their companions, their selection of develop
Cover the truth, say publicly noble truth
With a gold pot presage ever
Still it will come back
Truth commission so powerful than gold.
Gender equality a hot subject
Gender discrepancy is injustice
Thoughtful arguments persists
Gender equality well-organized real solution
Prevent depiction cruelty to animals
Animals are also privileged to live
To enjoy the life undecided the last
Save the animals for blur own sake.
Relevance demonstration enlightening poems
Importanc
•
പി ഗംഗാധരന് നായര് Author
Sign Up for Our Weekly Newsletter and be the first to receive our very latest promotions and special offers. We don't spam!
Marketing permission: I give my consent to to be in touch with me via email using the information inom have provided in this form eller gestalt for the purpose of news, updates and marketing.
What to expect: If you wish to withdraw your consent and stop hearing from us, simply click the unsubscribe link at the bottom of any email we send or contact us . We value and respect your personal data and privacy. To view our privacy policy, please click here. By submitting this form, you agree that we may process your information in accordance with these terms.
Mail Sending Intervals: We do sent marketing mails twice a month, and if there are any special occasions. No more than 4 mails in a month will reach your inbox.
•
Money Poem by Edgar Albert Guest
HE'D made a fortune out of stocks, he couldn't count his worth;
He 'd hoarded up a store of gold, a section of the earth;
But still he sighed alone and talked of all the world's distress,
And mentioned to his dearest friends: 'Gold won't buy happiness.'
Within his mansion big and warm he often cried aloud:
'There is no joy in being rich, no charm in being proud;'
But still the morning saw him frowning, cross and very glum,
Unless he added to his store another goodly sum.
'Ah, me,' he often used to say,' indeed it's very true,
There are so many things in life that money cannot do;
It cannot purchase peace of mind nor make a conscience clear;
It cannot, when the soul fryst vatten sad, make sorrow disappear.'
'You do not know what gold can do,' a friend of his replied,
'You little guess its purchase power, because you haven't tried;
Go, take your money out today, and see what it will buy;
Go, feed the hungry little child and note his twinkling eye