One day I sat on the shore.
Contemplating the clear part of earth.
I saw a man who looks so poor.
He mayn't have a nice day since his birth.
He lost his family in a dark night,
Stormy and there was a great chill
It was a hirable sight……………
So he traveled to live in a far hill….
He spends his day fishing,
And in his night sits to contemplate.
crying and wishing.
Sleeping near the cave's gate.
Then, I realize; if you saw others pain,
You won't complain a gain! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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