Have you noticed,
How some of us get mad at people?
A call that was not returned,
A date that was cancelled,
A word that stung,
Or an email unanswered.
They leave us hurt,
We feel unheard.
It is struck straight at the heart,
When we get less than what we sought.
And so I sat and thought,
We get wounds, from people, who didn’t know
They were holding a double-edged sword.
A tiny slip,
And the fragile ones are gone.
O the delicate ones! I feel you.
We are not so sensitive, just that we care a little more.
We are kind to people; even to those,
Of whom we are not so sure.
I think I found a solution,
It is tough but at least it works.
We want people to treat us better,
But I say,
We stop expecting,
And make our lives a whole lot easier.
While keeping ourselves as affectionate as before,
Showering kindness on the world,
Healing several wounds,
And making a hundred lives better,
Let us not forget that it is a black hole,
And for our own peace,
We better not expect anything in return.
If you do not expect, you shall not be disappointed.