Your mother brought you to this world.
This beautiful world full of vista’s and wonders.
She cared for you and nursed you till you were grown and able to stand on your own feet.
But you lost your way.
Your life is based on taking now. Reaping your share of the natural world.
Your life is about credit, your life is a routine of monotony.
You are dead to the simple pleasures. The smile of a loved o…
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