I am underestimated
for my goodness
I am exploited for my
mildness
I am ignored for my softness
I am fool in the world of so called practical wise people

The moment I take turn back to goodness
It takes me in the world of
stranger deserted land

Unable to recall
Who am I?

Get disconnected to my soul
which is more fearful than above

I am good in this land
may be fool
may be impractical
may be left behind in the eyes of wise
But feel most blessed
I see my soul
Smiling at me