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