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Aug 13
Seeking our likeness,  
In moments of dire need,  
Do we lend a hand,  
Or turn away, indifferent—  
The choice shapes who we become.
I am sick and tired and frustrated when people help other only if they belong to their community , caste or beliefs. There seems that there is hardly any humanity left out there. Justifications are given at length not to help some fellow being when they are in need. The thought also come to me and honestly I get disappointed with my self when it occurs.  Of course the world still has some good people left and may they be blessed with all the happiness and peace.
Written by
Aslam M  48/M/India
(48/M/India)   
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     N, Luz and Thomas W Case
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