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Sep 2014
Down the pasabag
stood a young monk,
according to the lore
not aged more than a score

his austere temple
radiated the twilight,
a mere glimpse of the scene
could lead to the unseen

you could ascend
or just quietly pass by,
so i went to him and asked
what is it that he was tasked

he simply smiled and said
my task is to spread peace,
not to the world
but to myself.
- *Mohit Suhasaria
Peace
Mohit Suhasaria
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Mohit Suhasaria
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