Others before myself

Tiny me
Harvest field
Barren land
Farmer’s hunger
He hopes
Hopes are high
He plants me
Thinking I will yield
I want to yield
Unknown factors
No rain
Scorching sun
My relatives
Died within the ground
Didn’t had the strength
To force their way up
Be a sprouted bud
After months
In the early morning
The farmer smiled
Saw me from a distance
Seeing my proud smile
My smile lead to his
I can say Smiles are contagious
He took care of me
So that when I grow
I’ll take care of him
That’s life
We have to start
Giving first
So that we can take later
Reap and sow
My relatives died
Because they never
Thought about the farmer
They saw their problems
Of rising through the soil
As the biggest
But I have discovered
Or indeed realized
If we help others solve
Their problems
Then someone else will come
To my help too
When we think about others
We think about ourselves too
When we pray for others
We pray for ourselves too
When we live for others
We live for ourselves too
When we make others smile
We smile too


P.S.: Mondays 😦 Today’s pick is We can’t stop of Boyce Avenue

Always on meds..


I don’t suffer from ill-health or temperature

I suffer from love

Love that doesn’t see me

Love that doesn’t want to see me

Love that is not felt for me

Love that is non-existent

Love is my disease

And I am the patient

Always injured

Always suffering

Always admitted

Always on meds

Known as friends

Who give me strength

To accept and to forget

This contagious disease..