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Mar 2014
Just a ten minute walk,
Her life, she revealed.
From the grotto to home,
She told me everything

How life could be demeaning
But strength could give meaning.
How a place could change you,
Sides to be taken .

Death was a happening for her,
Life given, was a blessing.
She changed from a girl to a woman
Self sufficient and able.

Her dreams came to a halt
But she never gave up.
Life is never kind,
Neither is it unfair.

We choose our roads
We walk them out.
Decisions, actions,
Situations, moments.

Trust a few
And keep them around
There's love
Even if there's war.

This battle we fight,
Against the world,
Against ourselves,
There's hope for victory.

At the end of it,
When the trumpets sound,
What matters, is that,
We come out strong.
Meenu Syriac
Written by
Meenu Syriac  India
(India)   
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     Traveler, Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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