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Dec 2013
How is that we take everything for granted
And we don't realize what we have until
We see others suffering or barely managing.
We believe that they have some sort of good-will.

Took a plain, train and automobile,
Aside the monuments, we walk the streets.
These people are destitute; hungry and lonely.
Sleeping on the concrete floor and ***** seats.

When we see the difference in our lives to their's
We how much we have in comparison to them.
They savor every piece of food and fresh water,
Why wait? It's our turn to be the supporting stem.

We walk, we cry, we sleep, we pry.
We wait, we see, we hear, we touch.
We sense, we pray, we love, we hate.
We teach, we learn, we strive, we watch.

What is the difference between them and me?
We are human. Our blood is red.

Where love exists, there's only positivity.
Just to see them smile when you give - is enough for now.
Himal
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Himal  Australia
(Australia)   
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   ---, Amanda and Niranjan Navalgund
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