Joys of childhood.
Learning and discipline,
Of adolescence.
Dreams of youth
Are realized in
Middle Years.
Dreams sometimes,
Shattered to pieces, in
Old age.
Yet the same river,
Holy Ganges flows
From childhood to old age,
Ever-shining,
Perpetual,
For,
Eternity.
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
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