it is me and my son Tarun......
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Tuesday, February 6,2018
8: 32 AM
I go back to my struggling days
When I was in armed forces
The life was full of hardship
And I had to keep going
The payment was meager
And I had to run here and there
But they were all happy days
Little kids were staying with me
I remember one memorable event
And I would like it to present
There was fancy dress competition in class
Some shepherds role was to be [resented before mass
There was hardly any time
And it bothered me a lot
Suddenly I went to one farmer's hut
I asked for traditional dress, but
He had none to spare
But suddenly dared
"Sir, I have only one and that is put on by my son
I felt shyness but I had no other option
It was dirty and needed wash
I rushed with that dress
My son presentedshow before audience
He won the competition and declared too at once
I went back to his hut
And offered some money
He declined by saying"if I could"
I could give new one
My eyes went down
I felt it as charity unknown
There are people living around
Their gesture is not well recognized and never gains ground
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welcome dhara Sanjay Gandhi 1 Manage Like · Reply · 4m · Edited
welcome Maria Norma Acedera Rich and poor can be friends, professionals and farmers can be brothers, what is wealth if not shared, what is humbleness if not given; elsewhere in the world people are alike, people are equal; no poorness nor richness can abandon goodness, both have no reason to reach each others needs. 1 Manage Like · Reply · 2h
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My eyes went down I felt it as charity unknown There are people living around Their gesture is not well recognized and never gains ground