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Aug 2014
The fragility of life..
always like walking on knife.
All the stage of life are often..
pressing, met with love and compassion.

As we gets weaker, incapable...
deeds of life become miserable.
Grief grows as death draws near..
we need every anguish to bear.

Counselors and spiritual advisory..
become more and more dearer.
No disease makes one realize..
when a close one dies.

Good deeds and acts of live..
be our ultimate goal all the time ..
We have to make this great progression
with peace and without aggression.

                                 deovrat - 14.08.2014 (c)
Deovrat Sharma
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Deovrat Sharma  58/M/Noida, INDIA
(58/M/Noida, INDIA)   
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