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That Indian farm laborer, Plowing, like bulls; his body bare; Bearing heat, that burns like fire, From tireless toils never retire... That lady, like a skeleton, Nation's great victim of famine; Collecting food like a falcon For her hunger-anchored children... That small boy who cycles around, Vending things for minute amount; To see his siblings laurel crowned, Who, like him, feel orphaned and drowned... That little girl, like birds, awakes, Uncaring her physical aches; In severe sun joyfully bakes, Sickly mother-sake her health breaks... Thus, teachers, in life, are endless, The truths they teach are so trend-less; Midst universities countless, Their simple wisdom is boundless...! 28 October 2021

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Date: 11/3/2021 6:13:00 AM
Yes. When we look around, we see stark poverty and in it, the undying spirit of hope and courage, sacrifice and compassion, faith and determination ~ thanks for sharing, Chris
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Christuraj Alex
Date: 11/6/2021 2:13:00 AM
Thank you very much.
Date: 10/28/2021 6:43:00 AM
Christuraj, this vividly descriptive, expressive poem has moved me SO deeply and brought tears. Thank you for posting it! Janice
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Date: 10/28/2021 8:58:00 AM
Thank you very much.

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