Negativity is a cactus
sprouted in the thought,
Aberrantly plumpy on account
of an overwatered pessimism,
Wherein waterlogged roots
of peace begin to rot,
Colours of life attain
blue tinge of snobbism.
A succulent growth
ain't really succulent,
Instead tastes merely
pricking pungent flavour,
Finally letting you be self reluctant,
Devoid of doing any self favour.
So transform the desert mind
into fertile farming,
Sowing seeds of positivity
germinating into pleasure sapling.
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