Jan 2015
May you ride on emblems,
Of all Nations,
In the breathing space
Turning the wheel of Dharma,
Always towards right
Halting every misstep,
Of us, human weaklings.
Of all Nations,
In the breathing space
Turning the wheel of Dharma,
Always towards right
Halting every misstep,
Of us, human weaklings.
25-01-2015
(58/M/India)
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