Let Life Be Sweet

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In a world so bitter, sharp, and loud,
Be the sweetness that breaks the cloud.
Not just in sugar, or things we eat—
But in every soul we gently greet.

Let your words be soft and kind,
Sweet words that soothe the troubled mind.
Let your actions speak of grace,
Sweet behaviour in every space.

Failures may come, like storms that sting,
But honey still clings to everything.
Your kind heart, your steady pace,
Leaves behind a sweeter trace.

Be a helping hand in someone’s fall—
Sweet help is the greatest gift of all.
Let your nature glow from within,
Sweet character is where legacies begin.

Give sweet smiles, bright and free,
Lighting up faces like morning sea.
Share sweet hugs, warm and real,
A healing touch that helps us heal.

If wrongs must be answered one day,
Take sweet revenge in your own way—
Not by hurting, but by your rise,
Turning pain into peaceful skies.

Never let bitterness shape your way,
Don’t hurt anyone, come what may.
Let them live, walk their own road—
We all carry a silent load.

And when you're gone, what will remain?
Not wealth, not pride, not worldly gain—
But every time you made life sweet,
Like mangoes ripe in summer heat.


Jayan

“Be the sweetness the world forgets to ask for,
But always remembers.”
Because life’s real success isn't loud or elite,
It's in how gently and sweetly we treat.

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