This all I saw in Natural HIstory Museum of Los Angeles and in Butterfly pavilion.
For every wish of goodness that diffused from your soul- praying to God to bless everyone with happiness, bliss, peace and immortal love-even as your friends and foes virulently abused you,
For every bountifully fresh sapling that you planted into barren soil;and all those others that you dream’t of sowing in fathomless fecund landscapes of mud,
For every handshake of yours with complete strangers; whom you embraced in your times of happiness and crippling duress alike- for being a part of the same Universe that you lived in,
For every song of oneness that emanated from the innermost realms of your heart- disseminating the message of a benign existence- even as living beings all around deliberately turned into sadistic parasites,
For every droplet of your blood that you donated for your fellow beings in distress- without worrying about your own bones which had started to bizarrely display more than your skin,
For every helping hand that you lent to those without sight to cross the caco phonic buzzing street- leaving them to their destination inspirit of undefeated humane brotherhood,
For every morsel of your food that you shared with all those starving-and then miraculously felt your very own stomach to be replenished without a grain- but solely with the wand of selflessness,
For every wounded animal on the street that you tried to resuscitate with your love; when everyone walking beside presumed it to have attained its veritable grave,
For every negatively nagged comment upon you that you transformed into an optimistic opportunity- accommodating one and in your diminutived welling- which was palatial with your love.