In a World where being good is bad, How do I let myself bloom, Where kindness is considered a fool’s symbol and love as life’s doom… How do I be what I truly am?
Is being good really that bad? Or is it that others find it to be so hard? How do I stop being myself for the sake of surviving? How do I be cruel when my heart says be loving?
This question always haunts me.. But I know if I cannot be true to myself I may survive but never truly live. In a world where being good is bad, I have wandered and still found places where the good is needed because of the BAD.
So, here I am with my head held high; Being truly what I am with an AIM To make a difference in this world, Where being kind is considered insane…
If kindness is insane let me be an example of Insanity, If being loving is foolish, let me cultivate and spread this foolishness.
In a world where being good is bad, Let me be BAD and spread the GOOD Let me be the light in someone’s Cloud
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“Mom” not just a word but a thousand emotions that comes along, A shade in summer, a shelter in rain And warmth in the coldest of winters Lucky are the ones who can still find a shade when they are burning under the SUN, Blessed are those who have a place to go when it’s raining out there And happy are those who can find warmth when it’s cold outside.. O’ how much I miss you mom No words can ever express. Those innocent eyes, that sweet smile And the warmth of those lovely hugs. How i wish I could get you back, Tell you my stories and find shelter in life’s WINTER. It rains heavily sometimes in my life mom, I miss you more and more with every falling raindrops… When I get burnt sometimes under life’s SUN, I realise you are not there and forever GONE… The more I miss you, the more I love you… The more I love you, the more I need you.. Your absence will never ever be filled, Yet your presence will always be felt. You are still in me never away, People find a glance of you in me is what they say.
If lucky are people who still have their Mothers, I am lucky too because I was born to the kindest of STARS. An example of kindness, a goddess of love. Not just to her children but to all. And it’s a promise to you my Mom, Like you always taught me I will stand tall No matter how many times I fall..