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....
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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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