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Allow not Sorrow to Grow

Kindly bear with every insult

And digest the bad result

 

Blame none, but only God

Ideas are that of the Lord

 

Your heart may feel terrible

Due to others being insensible

 

Still wait exercising true patience

Never give room for sad emotions

 

Others have made a blunder

Now only you must ponder

 

Repeat not their mistake

Forget the created ache

 

Having a forgiving tendency

Will save in an emergency

 

Fools store sorrow in the heart

And derive unwanted discomfort

 

The wise erase it in one sweep

And a happy heart they keep

 

No use in brooding over

And developing bad fever.

 

mvvenkataraman

 

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Written by
mvvenkataraman
Indian
Published
Aug 7, 2011
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Notes

When you are hurt, When words are curt, When people throw dirt, Make soul wear an iron shirt, In this way, Be alert, And tragedy you avert.

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