The stone you pelt at a fruit tree causes it immense pain
It still feeds you with smile a delicious sweet fruit
Between sharp blades you crush the sugarcane
Thirst it quenches with its juice dripping for you so sweet
Concealing to the core, stark suffering from the bad world’s abuse...
The art of exuding scent of kindness and love is mastered by few
This art etched on their soul, they suffer for others, redeem and die with it!
15th November 2016
~For Laura Loo's contest~
~Quote Prompt I- Free Verse~
Quote Prompt: "How is it so easy for you to be kind to people?" he asked... Milk and honey dripped from my lips and I answered, "cause people have not been kind to me." -Rupi kaur
Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2016
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