Selfless acts are like drops.
They create ripples,
Ripples of love.
Ripples of sacrifice.
At times we are too blind to see
What these acts turn out to be
Waves and tornadoes for a cause so pure
Await us in the end, for sure
Yet are we ready to be the drop
To reach out a hand, to bring a smile
To wipe a tear, to be a friend
For these ripples never die
Ripples of Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Lovely depiction of Agape - the unadulterated love for humanity, elegantly brought forth in good diction with insight. Thanks for sharing Rosmin.