Be kind to hands that lifted you high,
Not quick to wound or pass them by.
For every good that comes your way,
Is not by chance — it chose to stay!
Don’t trade their trust for fleeting gain,
Or stitch their kindness into pain.
The world remembers what you give,
In echoes shaping how you live!
For karma walks a patient line,
It pays in time, not by design.
So guard the hearts that help you stand —
Or lose their light by your own hand!
The Queen Of Poetry 
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