RHYME IT IF YOU CAN-- HANDLE WITH CARE
He walked alone, far away from all the hatred and hostility,
His eyes longed for the vibes of goodness, not one such individual he could spot in the near vicinity,
Dejected and shell-shocked at first, he continued on his march towards attaining bliss,
Wait for the right shoulder to lean your head on…you may realize later that your actions were amiss.
He had taken it upon himself to transform all those around him by displaying warmth and affection,
Realizing that people were hell-bent on pushing him into the world of self-pride, he strode away all alone before he could acquire this infection,
No one can stand goodness in today’s world, keep this attribute firmly embedded in you and use it sparingly; carefully analyze the right people from the wrong,
A time will come when people will realize your worth, it maybe too late then; never take life for granted, it is not very long.
He dug deep into his trove and pulled out a magic potion,
He emptied it out into the calm waters of the sea realizing that the so-called busy people of today cannot be controlled using any such lotion,
Keep smiling and be good to all those who genuinely deserve it; such people are truly rare,
The box of goodness is fragile…Handle it with care.