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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

Be Nice

Speak nicely

because that's

what is going

to give you

some people

alongside 

if you don't

then get ready

to die alone


Be nice

even if you don't

want to

otherwise

you need to

learn the art of

swallowing

medicines

without water

being a part

of conversations

without laughter



Don't suffocate

yourself to blurt

out the truth

no one wants

to hear it

so even if you

know it

keep it to yourself


Don't educate

just recommend books

as looks are going

to shred away

and no living being

loves to listen to

a talking skeleton


Strictly keep

advices to yourself

if you don't

get ready to see

some really weird eyebrows 

raised

as for them if 

they aren't animals

your human words

can't amaze


Learn to 

forget the dead

because if you

remember them

more than 

their closer ones

then you are

the ghost of the dead

haunting your own self

till eternity


If you care

don't you dare

say a word

sit there still

when anxious

pop a pill

lay there

unconscious

but don't try to

beat down bias

coz mother's can be harmful


They don't

want you to 

talk when they say

we want to hear from you

they just want to

know who are

the outliers

that they

need to take care

to bury down a rebellion


Independence can be freeing

if it's just giving you money

for listening to someone

then chasing a bird

while climbing a tree

befriending a bear

for a jar of honey

might be more comforting

but we all have to do

what needs to be done


when the flowers 

fly away from my grave

hopefully some animals

do use it as a cave

when it rains...

that reminds 

I will be torched

then my ashes 

as good as dust



*pic courtesy - From Pinterest Profile "La Chataigne" 

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