Narendra Kuppan (28.12.1986 / Bangalore)
We are children with immortal Bliss.
We are busy in our Bliss.
We never look into the heart of our fellow men which has depressions deep.
We never look into our country which has great history which is filled with lot of Mystery.
We never look into the world which has great history brief filled lot of grief.
Many men gave call to wake up even, I give call to wake up still none has woke up.
Because I had told it is immortal Bliss
How can they wake up?
But still many will give call to wake up.
With a hope that one or other day that immortality will become mortal
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