Opaque is his mind
Torrents of rain won’t clear it
But the Woke still sees
After many years of ruminating, I have come to see that a firm stare and harsh voice doth not a cruel heart make.
Just as soft words and gentle features doth not a kind heart make.
So be mindful.
Helpful hands might be to serve self while unhelpful hands might serve you better.
So be vigilant.
I have learnt not to judge a man by one or two or a million acts but by his intent.
So be critical.
I learnt honour is the unit to seek not moolah nor words.
Should I be lucky to find one so blessed,
I shall salute.
Search their souls dear one.
Speak nor act till their heart speaks.
Be not fooled. Look! See!
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This Haiku and Haibun is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge
The prompts for this week’s challenge are CELEBRATE and NUMBER (synonyms only).