The dry leaf withered from the tree
Moves gracefully floating in air as wind blows,
To the point where the wind takes it
Lands there cheerfully
Spreading around bloom and hope..
The hard stone proudly standing aloof,
Hit by the angry person whom it injured,
Gets uprooted from its place
Lands next to dry leaf forcefully
Spreading around gloom and lost hope..
Day comes; day goes; life moves
What I do matters; nothing else
Seen thus,
What the pressures within and around be,
Let me be in Right Path; nothing less!
Keywords:
RIGHT,PATH
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