You pick up a book when its cover is interesting,
After scanning its synopsis, you decide if you’re going to read it.
You only finish the book if it’s fascinating,
But when you get bored, you call it a quit.
The rain comes in goodwill bringing its benefit,
“Water,” people cried; “I got it,” the rain said.
When they receive water, the rain gets its credit,
But when a small storm brews, everyone wanted him dead.
A teacher walks into a class – eager to teach,
He teaches well, the students credit him.
But when he makes a slight mistake, everyone screech,
Shadowed by a mistake, his hard work became dim.
The book, the rain, the teacher; all cry in despair,
While everyone insists that life is unfair.
|S.R.|
