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GIVING AND LIVING
One can give but what one has Be it the clay or gold. What comes out depends on what We feed inside the mould. Why blame the giver if the Gift is too dull and cheap? It’s for us to quietly Trash it or, with us, keep. Even the great Giver has His own way of giving. He gives life but leaves us free To choose our own living. All of us keep up a show, Play our own tiny part, Till one day from the stage we Unannounced do depart. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format M C Gupta 22 August 2009
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