Whispers of the Heart

O seeker, pause upon your path, and listen to the breeze,

It carries tales from wiser souls who lived with gentle ease.

Do not be proud of wealth or fame—they vanish like the rain,

Today they bloom, tomorrow gone, like roses crushed by pain.

This world is but a fleeting inn, where guests come, stay, and leave,

Why plant your roots in shifting sands, or for illusions grieve

Let kindness be your daily bread, and mercy be your guide,

For hearts are gardens—those who care, shall see them bloom with pride.

Speak softly when your words can hurt, and loud when they can heal,

A single drop of honest love can turn the hardest wheel.

No soul is higher than the next, though garments may be grand,

The robes of kings and beggars both return to dust and sand.

Judge not the path your brother walks, for yours is not yet done,

The road is long, the night is dark, and hidden is the sun.

Let patience be your only sword, and silence be your shield,

The truth, though buried deep in soil, will rise and be revealed.

O heart, be humble in your joy, be graceful in your pain,

The one who dances in the dust shall never dance in vain.