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...