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TO SERVE HIM IS MY FATE
I do not know what is fate Or what is destiny. All I know is, of the two, I do not crave any. Those who came after me won, Leaving me far behind, Though I committed no sins Of a serious kind. Should I then feel unhappy? No, why at all should I? I am rooted in the ground, Not allured by the sky. Those who remain on the ground Are not afraid of fall. In fact, I am serving Him, Serving His children all. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format M C Gupta 17 July 2008
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