After
You say your prayer

           Do only good things

Aren't you Enchanted by the candle?

How selfishnesslessly it burns for others!

This is kindness.

Forgiving isn't an art
It's a gift
So simple so beautiful

It's more beautiful if shared

We all are candles
All burn for themselves

Only a few do for others
It's kindness

If you hold a cut off kite

It might a better place to land

Never curse your pains

Without them
There's no cure

If you want to see innocence
Go to blossoms

If you desire to learn the journey
Visit the sea

If you wish to taste mercy
Bath in the rain

If you dream to be loved
Love someone

Why so much worried about happiness?

The moon doesn't go anywhere;
It stays in the blue room
When the sun burns everyone.

Wait, it's about to come out.

Difficult to be a candle
For you will have to burn to give light

Be the umbrella
And shelter the scorching heads

Peace isn't a tree for which you have to sow some seeds;
It's a candle to be lighted through your positive mind and everyone with you will have its light

Without being hurt

You cannot understand the healing power of love

It's a frog
In the pond of your heart
It is there by birth
It keeps croaking, croaking croaking
Like the alarm it breaks your sleep
And disrupts dail activities

Pull it out to the road to be mowed