Courtesy: Poets United
People
could be a truly sultry
sweltering, hellish
Indian summer.
Beelzebub words
lie in wait
to create a pandemonium
at every chance and
rivers of liquid fire is ready to flow.
Yet you don’t know
when a soul may become
ethereal spring
offering
colorful blossoms,
southerly breeze,
cerulean sky,
everything;
when every word spoken
may become manna.
I had seen a Spring soul
offering his bus seat
to an elderly lady
who gave him a jasmine smile.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ The Kindness of Strangers @ Poets United
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