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.
interesting hmm not like your usual verse/prose
ReplyDeleteyou are a solid foothold,
and a passion for life;
unbridled emotions flowing through your fingertips