There is joy in giving
The warmth you send from the fire of your heart
The smiles you get to chisel
And, the frowns that you erase
There is also pain
The kind that is concealed in a room with no key
Givers are invisible
Givers are taken for granted
Givers don't get thank you notes
Their hugs go unreturned
So, the Universe hugs them under its wings
Everyday, the sun sends down love with its rays
Scattered into tiny bits for them to find
They find that in a stranger's kindness
A child's innocence
A beautiful feather the wind brings in
Some days, it's the question 'Have you eaten'
Or the store clerk offering to carry your bag
The role might not change
That's okay
Their cisterns are filled again
-Sajithra
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