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Laughter is the blossom
Lying outside the window panes of a heart.
The first walk is adventure,
Familiar faces appear so strange.
Who can count the stars?
Since long they had been.
Fear can never
enough to commit a crimeunknown and inexplicable.For them who toil hard,sweat and tire,to evoke a fire of hopewith a mortgaged credenceat the doors of incredulity.And darknesstricks to follow themin the disguise ofanother morning.
Oh Papa…
Love for the people.The people we meetOn the roadsOf the pastOr the present,Of the future –Near or far.Love for the people –Who lead usAmongst the storm,Who lend usTheir handsIn sharing, caringOr inspiringThe tenderness in us.Home,09.15 a.m.01 August 2014.
Name an abode worth going
The destiny may just singLike the tip of an arrow thrownto the far end of dead lawn.