The Moon feels every unspoken sigh’,
While Rahu magnifies the why.
A change of mood, a distant tone,
Can make another’s pain your own.
You sense the sorrow others hide,
And feel their storms rise up inside.
You search for reasons, read between,
And fear the things you’ve never seen.
But must you carry every tear,
And make another’s sorrow dear?
Can you show love and still remain,
Unshaken by another’s pain?
Do you empathize, or lose your way,
Absorbing what they feel each day?
Not every storm is yours to bear,
Not every wound demands your care’.
Let kindness flow, but guard your light’,
Their darkness need not dim your night.
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