Happiness originates from forgiveness, and repairing our distorted soul by mindfullness.
So much that we do not know !
about how much that,
which we did sow !
and once whom we cherished as friends,
When in their dark intentions
Dreaded dream for us, they bore ?
Still almighty, shine through us,
To be more loving,,
Drenching all our ill feelings,
Like a born new.
No intentions , we should wish to know
Like a dew drop all our love bestowed,
On all who desire a burning pyre,
Where they wish we redily catch fire.
Then the demon in us will perspire,
Will breathe its last ,
Counting its pulse would be every heart's desire.
Zero when they will read,
Will smile at you and finally we will get what we all need.
So a desire to be loved in everyone is common,
But one who renders every bit in love is obviously not a DEMON !.