The hurtful plant

The plant grew
Thinking it is kind
It made friends
With whoever came near
But all of them bled
Hurt by its vicious thorns
None would hear it shout
To stay away
Its voice mixed with sweetness
Ignoring the warning
They went close to it
And bled!

Pauper

For the world he is a pauper
But he is among the richest
His chambers full of love
Compassion and harmony
Words filled with kindness
Thoughts full of joy
Happy and content
Not asking for anything
From the world
Embracing it as one!