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The one percent that matters

The pricking needle of reality

Pricked the life

the glares,

the stares,

the epidemiology of criticisms  spread….

 

 

another day 

started with counting of days 

days of doom

when greetings of fall listed

 

 

maybe the sprout thought

it would be strong

not waver 

with those words 

the so called unkind words

 

 

alas 

who thought 

the medicine of meditation 

still couldn’t shove off the day 

 

a book

of thoughts recounted

small things subsided

the breathe was alive 

looked up at sky; sky of visions

thanked the heavens for keeping alive 

counted the finite galore heard in life 

sticking  up fingers in remembering the few friends…

 

 

took the dose of forgiveness

surpassed those;

those negligent of pain 

burned the letter of fall and failures

took the vaccine of ignorance; to those needless criticisms

immune to blames

immune to stares

immune to counting of flares

immune to stress caused by thoughts

 

disease 

or not 

shall continue to live health of happiness

painting the sky with hopes

just one percent more better than yesterday 

dropping just one percent worst of yesterday….