Once upon a time long ago
A saint was resting under a tree,
With his disciples, he was thirsty
"Can you, some water, bring me?"
One of them went to the lake
But was not able to take the water,
He returned empty-handed and said
"The water is muddy, Sir!"
"A woman is washing her clothes
And a boy is swimming inside,
A cow is bathing herself there
You can't consume it." He cried.
The saint ordered to rest and wait
Then asked him to go again,
He wanted to revolt but couldn't
All his arguments went in vain.
He went to the lake & was astonished
To see the transformed scene,
How the dirty lake had changed
Now it was so beautiful and so clean.
He took the clean water with him
And told his master the case,
His master just smiled warmly
As if he already knew it for few days.
Then he said, "Dear Fellow,
Some things are meant to mend,
All by themselves with time and
They don't need your useless attempts.
"That's how our mind also works
It can become a mess for a while,
But with time it will recover also
And can be cleared just with a smile.
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Poet's Note
Hey reader,
This poem is my cure whenever I am exploding with anger. Did that felt like a remedy to you as well?
Vote my ballad if it deserves that and give me your feedback in the comments below.
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