It's not about me,
There's a thud in me.
It's like a pure fire
Burning in my heart
If I don't budge
I will be sad for ever
Its like a bunch of ripe fruits
Its succulence is irresistible
So, I march on to be kind
Not I, but daily I long
To show love,
Elevate and encourage others
The kindness I can do now
I do without hesitating
I just move in that direction
Because its a divine call
Sooner I realize that the memories
Of those little acts
Lingers and refreshes me
So, I'm blessed being kind
A day without kindness
Is like life sans sleep
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