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T.O.T. : SCHOOL RHYME 11

T.O.T. for Tongue Of Truth
That Mama has got in her mouth:

The tongue that God gives you
If He finds you are true.
That, God marks from His abode
And picks the ones who are good --
The goodness of heart and mind
With virtues of the humankind :
Mind of morals and reason,
Heart of love and compassion;
Mind of wishes for others,
Heart of praises for others;
No malice or greed, but need
That you get by own deed;
All conducts that're genuine,
Nor audacious, nor mean;
Nor reckless, nor cowardly,
Nor betraying, nor silly;
Love for truth, for untruth hate,
Freedom from fear and conceit;
Being obedient and decent,
Being tolerant, innocent...

Your tongue speaks if true you are,
If wrong, your misfortune ain't afar;
Your goodness makes your tongue,
And your speech slips not to wrong.

God did notice Mama long
And found in her no wrong, 
Then He did granted her the tongue. 
Mama, owing to her goodness,
Can use the tongue to success. 
And everyone worships Mama as a deity
Because of this divine T.O.T..

                                             -- N P SAMAL 


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