The one whom you taught
to speak,
starts teaching you silence...
To whom you used to croon
lullabies every night,
he starts taunting you...
The one you taught
to count,
starts counting your mistakes...
The lamp you lit,
saving it from the wind,
burns your hands...
The scorpion
you rescued from the water,
bites you...
Then you have to suffer distress,
but that agony pales
in comparison to the satisfaction,
if you think you have fulfilled
your assigned duty
to the best of your ability,
selflessly...
Everyone has his or her own life,
own nature, own choice,
own path and own unique journey,
own story with own reasoning,
own way of learning
and understanding,
comparison is meaningless...
--Kaushal Kishore
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