>≫≫Power Of Being Compassionate

After losing my temper and doing wrong I feel a bit ashamed like every wise man Thinking that I am so fragile and weak Like a piece of glass with so low points That with little provocation from the other side I boil and my all good senses vaporize Like the surface of a cup water kept on oven Man and woman of great composure Must have high boiling points Even after being exposed to intensive heat They never lose faith in their ability Of being compassionate And relate with pain and sorrow Of the feeble and weak This actually needs a great inner strength To live with others in the binding force of love and peace Violence and war never associate with bravery They are the fear of the cowards which break away From the bond of humanity and loose.