A Person Kind

Pure souls with innocent smiles
without gripe can travel miles
no foes only friends can find
a genuine heart with beautiful mind

Never argue , never fight
neither ‘ ve greed nor a jealousy sight
can win the mightiest through generosity
can give the most in showing courtesy

Forgive those who offend
help those who needed to be mend
these are the species at the verge of extinction
rare personalities in the world of fiction

All these qualities when combined
give rise to a person kind

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I am a student of calss 12 . Poems and thoughts are beautiful ways to express deep thoughts and feelings .Writing poems is my hobby.And I am personaly an introvert....who loves to think
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