How to Get in Touch with Youth and Teen and Counsel them to Win over Failures, Stresses, Loneliness, Depression, Addiction and Money Matters-XVIII

“Sure, why not? Let us sit and read some of your poems,” she said.


“Well, it’d be a great pleasure for me, please take these poems to read,” he says.


“Thanks, Bhagouauty, these are written beautifully. You see your handwriting always has been good, isn’t it,” she said.


We sat on the beautiful grass and she started to read his poems. It was a different face from that I saw as if distracted in the prison of presence.


I looked at him he was having flying smiles as if a flower spreading fragrance and colorful butterflies surrounding it, while trying to find place to sit on the desired place.


I felt as if my blinking eyes were also moving around his face like a butterfly.


It is an amazing that eyes feel to have the honey from the flower as the joy of seeing the friendly face smiling is both the butterflies and honeybees working together.


I enjoy smiling faces, but this smile was different, I could not go into the depth of this smile as I was enjoying it first for the time. I thought; it was better to remain where we were. The peace garden was very peaceful.


I looked at her face; Monica knows that poet’s eyes are never blank; so she started to read the secrets behind this smile. I was reading everything from her face.


“Thanks, I start to read, the first one is ‘Thinking’ and it says:

‘Thinking’


I’m thinking

What should I think?

It seems

That thinking nothing

Is valuable thinking?

But sometimes

My thinking

Just reminds

Me that my, yes, my

Life is passing

Moreover, I’m

Like evaporating water

And this thinking

Seems the root of

My thinking

That Bhagouauty is

Safe in the hands

Those care humanly.


It’s very sensitive and touchy, Bhagouauty”, she said to him.


He remained silent.


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