It is gentle, like a soft wind,
Unable to surmount the woes,
Griefs, like gentle things can be,
With ncie feeling bieng sported,
Hating hard sides of it,
We move through
Even with gentle breath,
Five minutes of which
Can kill us, but yet we
Act hard to get,
Act like harsh people,
Forgetting we can't tkae it,
If returned in same manner,
We living like soft worms
With gentle bodies, feelings,
A flame or misplaced word
Harming body or soul.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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