Pelting stones on the sweetest fruit,
Painfully stood tree watching it.
Words of stone thrown,
Can shatter one!
Calm yourself…
Keep on going,
You are on right track,
So is the stone behind you,
To distract you from your goal.
No reaction like tree,
Remaining silent,
Can confuse one,
Whether
It was feather or stone,
Which he had thrown.
Never let it break your heart,
Rest everything will follow.
Make your heart as strong as possible
Even a monster of jealousy,
Should look like an ant,
Pack the return gift in a beautiful wrap,
return it,
Saying Thank You!
What about the beautiful rose born with thorns!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014
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