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Mar 2014
The child plucked a dancing flower.
No pain he felt, I am fully sure.

The sparrow killed the youth with a stone
To relish for his summer sport and won.

The puppy an old man pushed out in cold.
With a staff, he considred himself to be bold.

Someone an abusive word on him threw.
He failed to cool his temper, only it grew.

over society selfishness reigns; rises self pity.
Compassion is gone; no one mourns, not you nor me.
Mohd Arshad
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