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Friday, 18 September 2015
I DON'T KNOW WHY?
I don’t know from where I born
Either it is in the outskirts of the city or the sides of the road,
I don’t know where my home isSometimes it is on the side of the sea or is on the stairs of the temple,
I don’t know why most of the times people attack in my house
That I unable to find the meaning of love and happiness,
I don’t know why people show us abusive behavior
But treat others in a respectful way,
I don’t know why small children’s like me hold the school bag
But I am far from that, it looks beautiful,
I don’t know why
I always don’t the meaning of life
But I want to know many thing about life.
Labels:
childhood,
curiosity,
Dream,
human life,
Learning,
Life,
Love,
my writing,
Poem,
respect,
thinking
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