Remembering The Good Poem by Varsha M

Penning the goodness
I witnessed in my life
Carried me to a valley
Full of saintly souls
Some of them I knew
Afew were strangers
But still I reaped
A bag full of wonders
Pulling my lips
Until it kisses the earlobe.

Life is full of a lot many goods
We fail to witness them
In quest of counting the evils
That's already become
Pages of historical event.

Don't waste your time
Gobbling the evil that ruin
Take time to admire
To count on every good
One labored to materialize
Not with hope to receive
But just to make you perceive
The day is not over yet
Sun is still high above
Enlightening the ray of hope.