When people get bored
They find other people to find their joys.
People they find are mostly ignored,
They play with them just like useless toys.
Calm and simple living people get selected,
They are internally buried until
Their tolerance level melts.
Selected people are just insulted,
Bored ones find jokes in them
But for the calm-hearted it virtually melts.
In front of other people they get surrendered,
Instead of stopping heartless people
The whole crowd just laughs.
But god-gifted, tolerant people’s hearts are stone rendered,
In which their hearts never laugh