Tsunamis Of Kindness
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.