Inner peace…

All the cunning  rain of words;

Are prone to harm us_

As   big sharp sword ;

For those who know me intimately well_

Know that  I  have no regrets

due to the inner peace that dwells;

I have some angel like thoughts to shield;

 Some flowers and smile that happiness  yield;

Yes , I am just a human _

not an angel at all;

Though the words are too painful

I ,  consider them small;

For those who hurt me ,

I choose to forgive them all;

Let go off things which _

try to make me fall;

Except for some flowers and this pretty smile

I have nothing at all ……..

I have nothing at all ……..

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Short Story Slam Week 18

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-story-slam-week-18.html