Looking at the 'Poison Tree'

I'm not the kind of person who maintains a daily dairy. Bt I once had a diary, which was used to collect all poems and songs that I found interesting in childhood. And it's first poem was, the poison tree. For those who have never read it:


A Poison Tree
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.


And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.




And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


How many friends have gone far away just because of this, keeping the wrath to self. When we got someone close, there's no point keeping it all inside. Every one does mistakes, people have different views to see it. Just in case, we get upset, there's no harm in putting our heart out. Why to wait for this hatred to reap, no one will get nothing out of it. It's either like, you gonna get good friends or a good lesson right.

That's why now I think, people with less contacts are happier. And maybe because of this live longer too. No frustration, expectations, envy, hatred.... No nothing. Anyways, life's still so so good if you read 'The Secret'. To much indulged.. #william_blake #poem #never_ending_thoughts #exams_at_head...