I don’t know what kind of days have come,
There is no one to ask about the good,
And the bad are winning the race.
Have you ever thought that the good suffer
because of their goodness, or are suffering
The consequences of not being bad?
Have you ever wondered that one with
a good heart is crying deep down,
And no one is there to tend his tender heart?
Have you ever thought that nowadays
people take you for granted for your benevolence?
This is a time when people are struggling
to find the purpose of their lives.
This is a time when people are struggling
mentally, physically, and psychologically.
This is a time when the world is grappling
with countless problems due to our
inhumane attitude towards humanity,
dealing the hardest blow to making society friendly and livable.
Compassionate hearts often bear the heaviest burdens of grief,
for they are attuned to the subtle pain of those around them—
the silent cries that linger in the air,
the fleeting moments of joy that turn to sorrow,
and the deep, often unspoken cost
that accompanies every happiness they witness.
Their empathy amplifies the weight of loss,
making them feel the heartache as if it were their own,
knowing that a price can shadow every joy.
Fraudulent hearts wear borrowed smiles like masks,
their laughter ringing out loudly, masking the turmoil within,
while their conscience lies dormant in a shadowy silence.
Yet, this silence—purchased at the cost of genuine connection—
can never sustain the true strength of the will
or feed the soul’s deep hunger for authenticity.
Suffering molds the tender soul, much like fire forges gold,
transforming raw material into something precious.
Each scar tells a story, serving as a map of grace etched into the skin.
each tear, a truth whispered and retold,
revealing layers of resilience and vulnerability.
Deep within, an unspoken pain lingers, concealed yet powerful,
waiting for the light of hope to emerge from anywhere.
Do not curse the burdens you carry,
for each weight is a lesson that shapes your character.
Nor should you envy the fleeting joy that lacks true substance;
Such experiences often lead to disappointment.
Be cautious of appearances and
avoid being swayed by hollow generosity,
as it can reveal its deceptive nature over time.
You may feel a deep sorrow hidden within your heart,
but remember that you are one of the millions
who have been chosen to inspire goodness and kindness in the world.
This calling encompasses both a
remarkable privilege and a profound responsibility.
Peace is not merely a destination you stumble upon;
It is a profound strength that empowers you
to navigate life’s challenges with grace.
Love, too, is not an easy quality to give freely;
It requires vulnerability and commitment,
something that not everyone is prepared to offer.
Cherish the moments of authentic connection
and strive to cultivate them,
for they are the true essence of our shared humanity.
The simplest acts of kindness are by far more powerful than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.
Mahatma Gandhi
Our Goodness Causes Us Pain, Why?
— A poem on vulnerability and kindness —Yet warmth often leaves us burned.
Why must light bear its own scars,
When all it sought was to heal?
