B S Sky Poet Narrative

The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.

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Anela Liwaki March 7, 2017 at 9:01 PM Love this.

Anne-Lise Andresen April 12, 2013 at 5:44 AM - Your words are true .... continue to be fellow human, give of your heart. - Beautiful poem! - Have a lovely weekend Balbir. - oxox // Anne-Lise :) B S Sky April 12, 2013 at 7:32 AM Thanks for encouragement, I am just starting to put my poems to be read by the people, In this highly materialistic world, my poems gives me the material comfort. Have a Lovely weekend Anne.