I know you are busy, much much busy,
Creating the beautiful flowers in your garden.
Some, you send along in pair,
Some are beautiful, but single and rare.
The pairs you make are not always destined together,
Among such was Romeo and Juliet pair.
Most of the time it happens there,
One of it blossom and other spare,
The spared one chooses among the paths,
Either they survive or harshly destroy.
Among comes the singles, thy power of divine,
Some are priests and doctors like mine.
Keeping thy purpose fixed in mind,
Changing the spare one, patients into kind.
Priests are the Supremes,
Under comes the docs,
Listening to the priests,
And following thy path.
Though their arise the feelings among the singles,
Keeps them aside, thinking of the paths entwined,
Coz they’ve purpose in their life,
The reason of their existence,
Thy message in their mind- -
“Spread Love and Kindness in My World”,
Is what he says.
Here is a doctor,
Fallen for a priest,
But never shall she confess,
Coz she has hundreds of spare one’s,
Waiting on her list,
Showing them right path,
Will be her feast.
So, such are the singles,
Forget about themselves,
Suppress their thoughts,
Control their minds,
And make thy flowers happy,
By their cheerful smiles.
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