In a world where swift replies seem desperate,
Answering a call promptly is seen as a plea.
Offering help is often looked upon with suspicion,
Lending a hand is deemed an act of redundancy.
Those who extend their hand without strings,
One who rushes to aid without seeking returns.
Aren't idle souls with time on their hands,
But compassionate hearts experienced the burns.
They know the feeling of being ignored.
They understand the pain of loneliness's chill.
For in past, when they screamed out into the void,
No comforting hands came into their shadow.
Now they vow not to let you taste that bitter brew.
Shield you from the pain they've known too well,
Your well-being is their empathetic heart priority.
True kindness does dwell in today's world.
Take not, these souls for granted.
Their emotions are the ones that hold you tight
Let's preserve and nurture these bonds.
Their compassion illuminates our darkest night.
It's a realm where relationships are earned,
Hatred is a worthless seed,
Let us sow gratitude and love instead,
To souls who make our lives a priority, indeed.
- Savio Varunny
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