One Way Street

I saw life as two way street.

Giving and taking.

“Give so that you will be offered in return”

When what was offered in return

Did not match my expectation….

Agony followed.

Till mystery was revealed by

Flowers spreading fragrance

Clouds melting to offer water

Trees bearing fruits

For all.

What could I offer them in return,

If they so expected?

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Bells of nearby temple rang....

"Clouds do not get paid by man and animal

Whose thirst it quenches,

But is reborn by sea evaporating!

Tree is fed through its roots by earth

And born are flowers and fruits!

Life has ways of rewarding generosity

Though not through same street!

But one who is generous cares not!!"

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