Tsunamis Of Kindness

My pen wage wars

Against the whole world

And their selfishness

It never loses

Neither wins

It's just fighting

And It will

Until my veins get cold.

My ink speaks love,

To all the needy,

Some get consolation,

Some get peace,

But some talk back to my ink,

And I call them poetry

My pages steal life,

They portray world in words,

And incidents in metaphors,

They picturize pain in verses 

And tears in punctuations,

I call myself selfish,

For the way, I keep my happiness

In some other's smile,

And healing myself

By rubbing in the lotion of their smile.

Okay, my people,

It's not the end,

Let your warmth drench the world

So swim forward 

Leaving behind the tsunamis of kindness.