We never opt fights

But others knock at our doors

We believe in peace

But others necessarily not view so

We try to hold the stem upright

But others dig to pull out the roots

We feign ignorance

But others seek our weakness

We ought to bring smiles with smiles

But everyone doesn’t think alike

We love our solitudes

But others don’t leave us alone.

So it is their wantons

Now we be to oblige