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Jun 27
Fingers all stretched,
your arms wide opened;
As the mighty skies
shed their solemn
tear drops.
By them,
you soaked the
veined roots gently,
until green tender
leaves dance in
delight;—
Not earning a
single smile.
But why?
Why did you
reach out your
bare hands to
get scratched by
thorns?
The great people are not the ones who pass exams and achieve degrees. The great ones are the ones who serve the society honestly and trying to help others by listening to each of their wounds and reaching them to uplift their status. That kind of heart is very rare, but that is what the present lacks...
Soul
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Soul  15/F/Sri Lanka
(15/F/Sri Lanka)   
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     1DNA, CantSeeMe and Soul
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