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Think of a child who
Lost his grandmother
Thereafter his father
Thereafter his countrymen
All one by one into the hands of fanaticism
United we stand
Divided we fall
Shall we not help the one whom destiny did not favour at all?
Some time back, he was called for
A brief visit, he did not think of at all
Smiling and winking at the peppers, destiny spread over his wounds,
He met Him, with head held high
Being an idealist, he was a believer of, whatever happens, happens for the good.
Even if he was unable to perform in the house
On being asked, he told God, goodness gracious, everything is good, I suppose, for each and all.
This returned him the position he deserved
After all, how many Jobb’s do you find in today’s world at all?
If everything is predestined to happen
Shall we sit by folding hands and do nothing at all?
No, certainly not.
Seek the blessings in disguise, sent from the faraway heavens
Even if nothing goes your way, the light is certainly ahead,
Believe in it, the blessings are on your way.