Lonely Thoughts – 57

 Lonely Thoughts – 57



Each deed becomes a quiet seed,

Planted deep with silent speed.

Some will bloom in morning light,

Others sting like bitter night.


Kindness grows with gentle care,

Anger turns the soil bare.

Truth will shine with colors bright,

Lies will fade without a fight.


Steps we take, both big and small,

Shape the garden, roots and all.

Choose with heart, not fleeting voice—

Every action holds a choice.


GR kaviyoor 

30 05 2025

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