Reflections...

While I was gazing my image in the waters,
I threw a stone to hear some clatters,
 

The ripples were there, like my inner turmoil,
Looked like all the water was to boil,
 

And soon it settled, as if there was no strife,
And taught to me a lesson of life,
 

Stones will be thrown, ripples will be there,
But just stand firm, and all will be fair,
 

To every wound time will cure,
And he will win, who will endure...!