Benevolent Zephyrs of Affection : Soulful Notes of Altruism

"What is love's true intention?" I asked of the wind.
"Not mere contentment or joy without end.
But to lift up another, by kindness or voice.
To give of oneself - this is love's noble choice."

The wind whispered wisdom, I held to each word.
That love's not for gaining, but giving, I heard.
Not to use someone just for one's own delight.
But to selflessly care and to help others' plight.  

I saw love's true purpose, it rang clearly now.
Not my happiness solely, but others allow
To help and uplift, defend and protect.
Love's gift is my hands, my heart to connect.

The wind, it blew onward, my heart understood.  
Love's highest aim is to do others good.
Not keep for oneself all of love's sweet song.
But sing it out loudly, help others along.

I walked with new vision of love's sacrifice.
Not grasping for glory or being self's device.
But pouring oneself out, even unto pain.  
If another is helped, all is surely gain.

I saw love's true splendor in serving a friend.
Saw joy unmatched in love I could lend.
Knew love's greatest power in cheering their soul.  
Found peace beyond compare in love's giving role.
 
The wind whispered onward, I listened with care.
Love's gift is a blessing we each have to share.
Not hoarding its treasures for self alone.
But giving it outwards, where seeds may be sown.

I saw love's intention now purely displayed.  
Not taking from others but giving, love bade.  
Each sacrifice offered, each comfort bestowed,
Helps all to thrive better, as love's gifts are sewed.  

So love freely, give greatly, live not in dearth.
Bind up the broken, give hope's loving birth.
Not seeking life's pleasures and comforts for you.
But living for others, in all that you do.

This wisdom, hard learned, my old notions replaced.
To put others first, not myself to embrace.   
Love's true joy discovered, its purpose now clear.
Not my happiness first, but others to cheer.  

Happiness follows where love's planted root.  
When your hands serve another, your heart bears good fruit.
This wisdom the wind brought, which my soul did restore.  
"Love others" love whispered "and you'll thrive all the more."

The wind, it blew onward, my heart now set free.
I'll love for love's sake, not for what comes to me.  
To make a difference in another soul's pain.
This is love's purpose, all else is its gain.



















   The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author.   So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.   Khublei Shihajar Nguh,  (Dhanewad  )(Thank you )