A Caring Heart

A caring heart is like a wounded animal,

For the cunning and selfish you become a meal.

Soft heart is like an open ground,

As fakers and controllers come and surround.

People are not always cruel,

But they adjust to what they feel is easy, nature’s rule.

If you take all pain by accepting,

Then the world will give you nothing.

The one who tolerates everything,

Like air, always present but they mean nothing.

Those who are always available and ready,

Are not respected, just seen as a nobody.

It's not that the people are bad,

But what you show is not accepted, it’s sad.

You taught them your needs can wait,

When you bend, your energy becomes their plate.

Don’t train people how to treat you,

By forgetting to love and protect yourself too.

Over giving looks nice, but it’s always hidden pain,

And others enjoy, while you stand in the rain.

Don’t become rude, but become wise,

Kindness is good but not if it dies.

You were born to love with care and pride,

And to protect your peace, keep strength inside.

Because kindness that kills your soul,

It is not kindness, it’s a deep black hole.

And no one will pull you out or even see

Unless that someone is you, to become truly free.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.