Basket doesn’t fear a single ripened fruit
It fears the one that tacitly learns decay
Remember rot never seeks a permission
Instead, its bhasha is contagion
So is equally true with a man.
Not every error injures a fellowship
Nor every dissonance weakens a bond
But the pride and arrogance are vain
And ears that close before other’s pain…
They turn conversation into a conflict
And companionship into a burden.
The wise endures much with patience
For forgiveness is richer than revenge
And understanding the highest courtesy
Yet every virtue has its frontier
A person learns it sooner, the better.
As arrogance errs kindness for weakness
And discord becomes habit instead of a lapse
When one man’s vanity consumes
The peace and harmony of many minds
Tolerance is no more compassion but surrender.
To preserve the garden
The gardener sometimes prunes
To protect the larger harvest
So is equally true in a large human group…
Neither act is born out of animosity
Both are born of responsibility.
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