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I don't visit any Temple or Church or any other place of worship, My mother is alive and She stays at home. Under her sacred feet Floats heaven and reside my God. Why to be an idiot? Leaving palatial mansion in search for a far away shanty, When seeds of eternal love & bliss sprout here in plenty.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
SACRED FEET
I don't visit any Temple or Church or any other place of worship, My mother is alive and She stays at home. Under her sacred feet Floats heaven and reside my God. Why to be an idiot? Leaving palatial mansion in search for a far away shanty, When seeds of eternal love & bliss sprout here in plenty.
mukesh-kataria
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
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