IS IT MY FAULT !

My parents and teachers taught me 

To be compassionate

To feel from heart 

Not from brains

When I see a rose I call it a rose 

A spade a spade 

No mingling of words 

Neither I hide my emotions

I react with empathy to a situation

Rather showing sympathies

I always believed in the saying 

Helping hands are holier than praying lips 

You may call me a sentimental fool

Not only on this all fools day 

But the years ahead 

I always keep my head high 

As the divine saying goes 

One with a baby smile and tears 

Is the way the God has designed 

All interpretations by humans 

Are mere reactions that hold no value 

Neither in my life's chronicle

Nor at the lotus feet of the Almighty