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Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.

Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs,
and with expectant eyes,
He waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
But,
in mute language
begged for alms.

I held his shrivelled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder
He sat on a chair in the patio.

The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.

A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
He stood up and silently took leave.

I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.

Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
cause ripples in still waters
................
Over a random act  
of kindness
idly tossed.......
Love is the cardinal of all virtues…. But love has many shades! Next to Love, comes Compassion…. It is love plus empathy….. ! I believe that even the Scripture minus compassion is zero.
This is a true story…. ! Through such small acts of kindness, the giver and the receiver derive some joy…As an average human being, I am not powerful enough to carry out heroic acts to better myself and the world around
I feel that if one has compassion, he/she cannot hurt anyone deliberately!
I heard a man putting ladders up outside
Probably to clean the gutters
He suddenly appeared at my window
"Hello" he said
"I'm Father Christmas
I'm just practising"
A True Story ...... This actually happened one day at my window.  I thought it was funny.
 Sep 2016 Prathipa Nair
Stephan
.

Normally the sunrise
comes to start a wondrous day
So tell me why this morning
I just want to run away
 Sep 2016 Prathipa Nair
mk
oh, to be the muse of a poet.

-
tear them apart
just to see how they turn the blood and tears
into a work of art.
-

oh, to be the muse of a poet.
-always been the poet, never a work of art.
I tried to hold it off.
Keep the sadness at bay.
But tonight,
Looking through pictures and
Remembering old times

The tears started flowing
And this time
I didn’t hold them back
 Sep 2016 Prathipa Nair
Isabelle
You are too busy spending too much
-too much time and effort for her, just for her

That's why you never see,
You never see that my love is free
I'm right in the corner, why can't you see me?
 Sep 2016 Prathipa Nair
Stephan


I made a wish upon a star
this evening in the sky
To send my love to where you are
as it goes shooting by
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