There are people, good people who deal with your Devils everyday, bearing every type of heartbreaking accusations.
Some people do gather the courage to understand that all the time it was they who had been wearing faulty glasses.
All they saw was faults of those people, Good people who dealt with Devils that even did not belong to them.
Each of us has been granted a life not with our wish but with the wish of someone more powerful than any of us.
It becomes our responsibility to realize this simple little fact-
Rains pouring on a stormy night,
Were heavenly, were a sight,
Many cried in a tone so unknown,
My crops are fed,
My roof is no more.
I cursed the god,
What went so wrong,
Thundered the god,
A house of cards can stay so long…
Blaming is easy. Anyone can do it.
It takes courage to realize and mend your own mistake.
Be one of those good people.
Usually the rains are too harsh on them.