Nectar and poison

Your words,they stung,
You left her broken into a thousand fragments,
Her self confidence took a dive,
Into an ocean of despair and regret.

When her hard work was burnt by your talks,
Of her being nothing more than a dummy,
It hurt more than jagged rocks.
And then,you term her as grumpy.

When her value is not recognised,
And she is pushed to fall down,
You have hurt her more than thrice.
Sometimes the pressure leaves her feeling ready to drown.

This is all just poison.

But if you talked to her politely,
With a benign composure and good intentions at heart,
With respect for her and her work,
That wouldn't pierce like a dart.

When her value is known,
Her sacrifice appreciated,
Her real potential is shown,
And a new she created.

When she is given a chance,
A chance to rise to the occasion,
Her happiness can be seen at a glance.
Now,her life has become fun.

This is what is life's nectar.