BROKEN PENCIL

A broken Pencil may heal, but a shattered glass will not,

For the good in heart are wise,

The fall of the ungodly is like the drop of leave, it never rises

The sunset and rise again in the morning are righteous.

The mountain which is the hope of the oppressor seeks for abode,

The foundation isn't made, injuries are gotten,

The path of the wicked leads to destruction,

It ways have no destination.

The mind of a good man has found gold,

It nurtures silver,

Then diamond it got is unbreakable.