Contents

Thursday, December 22, 2022

GOODNESS

It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart, and as long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that people bring solace in all troubles.

I was thinking deep today and wanted to analyze what the difference is:

THE GOOD are those who have a great fragrance around them, they are always there with the nicest things to say and they will always be someone upon who one can look up to emulate. They are that fresh flower which shines in full bloom, attracts your attention and brings a great feel inside you, making the moment happy.

THE VERY GOOD are those that have all the qualities of those that are good, but will go a step further and help you in your problems, show you the best way forward and perhaps be there by your side to console , just like the flower in a bouquet well arranged and brings the comfort of happiness.

THE SUPER –GOOD are those that have both the above qualities but then just like the bouquet after the party will hug you, let you unfold the arrangement and also split the same. They will be dropped off at sometime, left on a corner or even more, just like the lover would tear off petal by petal in fond memories of the lover, rendering them scattered on the floor.

While one remains on its stem, the other shares, but the best ones allow you to squeeze them to vent your emotions and are left alone. Very, very alone themselves.

 

 







A flower blooms in the for a great morning view
Overlapping its beauty drenched in the dew
Admired, loved and respected for its being
Inspiring it becomes for those who are seeing

Trimmed, cured and decked up in a bouquet
Allows the artist to make a statement say
In the heat of a party it makes its sway
The giver and the taker it is a greeting way

When the dusk fall, the emotions grow deep
Squeezed, embraced, from a folded fist it is seen
Withered by a petal, one at a time
Alone it remains in the life of its prime.