I GIVE WHAT I HAVE

What you give me is not my look out,

What I give you reflects my conduct.

What I deliver reveals what I own,

Light-darkness, smile-tears, flowers-thorns.

I pelt stones at others, unsettle other’s peace,

My own life is disturbed the reason behind these.

I shower nectar, serve others sweet honey,

All those I earn, I save during my life’s journey.

I disbelieve, remain thankless, rude, stubborn,

Trusts, gratefulness, modesty all shows my person.

When I see low, I see the mud, look up I see stars,

Now I can describe how the mud is or how is a star.

I do not say; do not preach you or him anything,

My deeds are the mirrors that reflect everything.

I am made up of stone or cotton, fire or ice,

You realize once you deal with or crash at me.