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Once upon a time my father was a care taker
Of a grave of a saint and he asked me
To take over his job which I politely refused
So he bought me a donkey
And sitting on its back I used to make enjoyable journey
But one day it fell sick and died
I was shattered and pulled hair out of my bald head
People who were going for pilgrimage saw my grief
And out of pity they covered my donkey
With twigs and leaves

Some covered it with mud
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Yasmin Khan 06 January 2014

How faith is frail and fragile described in a parable in rhyme(if I could understand it!)

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