Positive Attitude.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The tree was covered with dust,
And it least bothered about the dirt,
Stood still on the roads, never moved a bit,
As it had known there would be some rain soon,

After every rain of self realization,
These trees always look fresh,
Gleaming under the faithful muse,
Swaying gently with rational breeze.

Positive attitude is the one,
Whom we can be friends with,
Negativity is the real rascal,
Send it off with strong will.