Treasure Island

Ramesh Kavdia


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Body is created
to be destroyed
Body may be able,
Body may be disabled
Face may be good looking
Face may be bad looking
what matters is
The inside.
God lives inside
Beauty lives outside.
So a Godly look
brings godliness
and the inside beauty.
It doesn't matter -
We are disabled by body or the matter.
What matters is
how much we are blessed by the maker.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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  • Malaya Roses (12/29/2010 1:29:00 PM)

    Very well concluded. What's paralyzed human wasn't matter anymore if we always come back to the basic gratefulness towards God's gift. (Report) Reply

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