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May we teach our children
the love for the unloved things-
the bee and its sting, the out casts,
an ugly duckling.

Children who sense rainbow needs rain
and find muddy puddles fun
as much as they ran
under the warm summer sun.

And when they're grown,
may they see kindness
has no color, shape, nor size
To listen to unheard utters-
a bird's forgotten musings,
the wind's coldest sigh,
a breaking heart.

May they keep pacing with the slow
to reach a place where
all beautiful things glow.

And when they learn to
love the unloved things,
May they be fonder
Of all gentle things
And be the ones.
This is inspired by May we raise children who love the unloved things,” by Nicolette Sowder

And Nishu Mathur's version. I just love the idea so I made a version of my own.  Thank you Nishu and Nicollete for the inspiration. I will always look up to you guys.
Gabriel Girault Jul 2020
She was like the sunshine hitting a blank canvas, paint splattered with the colors of all the flowers in the physical and ethereal worlds. Although it looked messy at first glance, you could tell she was put together with the finest of details.
She was the hope that defeated the darkness and the light that guided the lost.
She was Love and heaven if they beat hell and hate. As strong and compassionate as one could become.
Through everything she pursued she was an oak plank holding her entire life together. Sturdy and just enough to keep the water from crashing in all at once.
She was everything she needed to be.
Noura Jul 2020
The act of growing up is so simple
Yet so many miss their chance
There’s a door connecting us
The I before
And the I after
Yet it’s a one way door
To open it
One must understand
Love
Compassion
Empathy
And passion
Yet not only towards others
But towards the self too
For a great deal we grow up
Through understanding ourselves
Then, a rather complicated act
Becomes a very simple one.
Cattatonicat Jun 2020
Who’s our leader?
The one who has the most money!
Are they compassionate?
I don’t know but they are rich!
Erin Riley Jun 2020
There’s no
forecast
for these patterns.
The ones
that bring
heavy rains
falling
from your eyes,
followed by
blue skies
waking you up
to your light.
Orakhal Jun 2020
To think a man weak
Weakens ye
To think a man sick
Sickens ye
To think a man less
lessens ye
the more becomes
what ye think it be

care  when you feel good
or your care will hurt more
Niyati Jun 2020
They always said 'Time changes things',
But this time 'submicroscopic infectious agent' changed everything.

Coffee at workstations, Hugging your close ones,
Your favorite pastimes, News channel's headlines,
Everything was changed in a blink,
Even before you could think.

No more you had a predetermined work-schedule,
And you were forced to cancel your tour.
Places to worship were shut,
And no restaurants were open to contaminate your gut.

But this pathogen has taught us some life lessons:
Family and relations are the most precious possessions,
Solitary confinement can bring in transformations,
We must value whatever we have on our plate,
We need to preach 'Humanity' and not hate.
Almighty has power to change everything that you have planned,
Humans, who considered themselves as 'Monarch of Mother Earth', are self banned.

This novel virus has killed many and has shut millions more inside with fear as their companion,
Its time to understand the value of compassion.

Yes, time has changed.
With locust band had moving in,
Cyclones devastating cities,
And humans losing their humanity.

Though this year has not turned the way we wanted,
But it has taught us great lessons for taking everything 'for granted'.
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