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We Selfish??

I'm someone who has a strange and untold connection with you, which was never acknowledged. I was made with pride, hard work, and with a lot of creativity, but treated differently when in the temple and when on the steps outside the temple. I helped you walk, run, and always protected you in your way until the end of my life. I traveled to a lot of places with you. You go to the temple for forgiveness by making ME kill many innocent living beings and left me on steps.




I was bound to go to someone's home when needed and thrown away when unusable alike humans, who use others when required and who always judge others by looks and make fun of others, but never call themselves selfish. Who always stop themselves from helping others and never respect anyone and their relation. 


Thank you, god, for giving a life of "SHOES" where we have togetherness, love, sharing, and where we can't walk alone without other pair, unlike humans who are always in the race to win on others with no humanity in them.


"Kindness is a language the blind can see, and the deaf can hear."

                                                           ~~ Mark Twain



~~~ Bhargav Dwadasi ~~~


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