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The hands in whom I was given up, The hands in whom I was brought up, The hands by whom for all my mistakes I was forgiven, The hands who left me alone when I was brought up, In this alone world leaving me alone, Somewhere else they were gone, I never found them again.... & then the hands by whom I was given up helded me & supported me, They showed steps of success to me, I followed them where ever they took me, They binded me in many binds, but I never left them, The hands were just like the hands of me, With a golden ring with golden diamond, Which enlightened, Many lives with its brightness, Just like that of mine, I couldn't hold them in my hands, & so followed to held them, & at last those hands stopped for me, It was like the time has stopped for me, I heard several calls from my family members, They were calling me, & I felt their tears, Only those hands were visible to me, & leaving all the things, I went closer & closer to those hands, & went there breaking all the trends, I held those hands in hands of mine, The golden ring enlightened, & very bright did it shine, & I turned blind, For the first time whole body of those hands appeared to me, I was with Almighty! As I looked downward, I saw myself lying as a CORPSE, & for me everyone was filled with tears... Everything those hands gave me, & losing everything I found them, & for whole world I was dead, But for me I got rebirth, In the lap of Almighty...
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
THOSE GODLY HANDS
The hands in whom I was given up, The hands in whom I was brought up, The hands by whom for all my mistakes I was forgiven, The hands who left me alone when I was brought up, In this alone world leaving me alone, Somewhere else they were gone, I never found them again.... & then the hands by whom I was given up helded me & supported me, They showed steps of success to me, I followed them where ever they took me, They binded me in many binds, but I never left them, The hands were just like the hands of me, With a golden ring with golden diamond, Which enlightened, Many lives with its brightness, Just like that of mine, I couldn't hold them in my hands, & so followed to held them, & at last those hands stopped for me, It was like the time has stopped for me, I heard several calls from my family members, They were calling me, & I felt their tears, Only those hands were visible to me, & leaving all the things, I went closer & closer to those hands, & went there breaking all the trends, I held those hands in hands of mine, The golden ring enlightened, & very bright did it shine, & I turned blind, For the first time whole body of those hands appeared to me, I was with Almighty! As I looked downward, I saw myself lying as a CORPSE, & for me everyone was filled with tears... Everything those hands gave me, & losing everything I found them, & for whole world I was dead, But for me I got rebirth, In the lap of Almighty...
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shruti-dadhich
18/F/India
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
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