By Dr Lokman Khan
In the garden of life, we sow and we reap,
A harvest of love, not a hill too steep.
Plant seeds of kindness, let respect unfurl,
To gather love’s blossom, a priceless pearl.
Complaints are like weeds, they choke and they bind,
But gratitude’s flowers are sweetly entwined.
Appreciate others, let your praise take flight,
And watch as respect blooms into the light.
If respect is withheld, let it not dismay,
Like clouds that pass and fade away.
For true strength lies in silent grace,
Not in the storms that we often face.
Trust is the soil, and sacrifice the rain,
Selflessness the sun, easing all pain.
True bonds are built, not on give and take,
But on shared dreams that we awake.
A genuine heart, with no tally or score,
Gives freely, not less, not more.
For in the end, it’s love we crave,
In the giving, we truly save.
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