In Search of goodness

Goodness is not a still born child;
Nor is goodness still to be born.
Somewhere goodness exists.
But amidst stealthy smiles and tantalising tears,
Where to find the bubbly or melting minds?
You find the cows in places other than
Cowsheds,though milk is from their udder.
Like milk,goodness never changes
The spot from where it springs like a fountain.
The search for goodness is a lurch 
Wanting to stabilise its moves to meet the goal.
Goodness is a goal as white as milk is,
Unadulterated by profiting pours of water.
Goodness is not a new born child because
It already exists here,as the child's mother 
And the nobly assisting medical hands,
That help the babe bloom from the womb.
Goodness is both born and browsed from sources
That have already laid their sites with proven grace.
It passes through tracks of piracy,by implanting
Perfectly impenetrable privacy protocols.
Goodness can be searched saved,and forwarded.
But the search for goodness needs a password;
And the password might perhaps be 'Conscience'.
Whoever has one,as pure and white as milk,
Can activate their access to the portal of goodness. 
P. Chandrasekaran.