Efforts like poisoned fruits changed to the cure.
But once those were pleasing even though no one came to pick them.

Faults like fallen leaves dared to make me better.
But once those were hurtful so no one even counted them.

Words like stinking buds made me true.
But once those were cruel so no one couldn't survive them.

Thoughts like blurred water followed holy.
But once that was devil so no one even threw it.

Tears like painful clouds gave the strength.
But once those were undeserved so no one ever wiped them.


Humans like desolate beasts may be great.
But they always have to know their power.
© Ak Sh Ara