Malice, oh great malice
Dirt on my globe
Hinder me to see
All the good store
You hold so pure
Malice, oh great malice
You ruin my world whole.
Malice, oh great malice
Why have you been to me
Making me like a ball of fire
Pouring sore litter here and there
Until all becomes bitter there
Malice, oh great malice
Why have you been here?
Malice, oh great malice
I can see nothing but what you mumble
In minutes crushing all I cherish before
Leaving me all alone, yes alone
And fear to even seek pardon that settle
Malice, oh great malice
My life has become a dirty cloth piece.
Malice, oh great malice
You just reign on deciet precise;
Ignoring at times, is nice
Forgiving everytime, is a grace
Which we all need everytime
Malice, oh great malice
I'm not going to submit to you, please.
Malice, oh great malice
I choose to be little less socialite
Just serving everyone who need me.
Yes sir without malice life is really good. Once it encroaches everything spoils.
do reread my HEC HEREDITY ENVIRONMENT AND CIRCUMSTANCE POETRY Malice will vanish knw VM thee happy u b
Okay as you guide, I will read it again and will see whether my malice vanishes or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pouring sore litter here and there Malice, Why have you been here? .... //.... A very symbolic gesture seeking change of attitude of those who have malice towards others. This is a socio-psychlogical problem. All concerned should remain unbiased. Thanks.
Thank-you sir for kind reading and prescious comments. Thank-you sir.