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Salvation


The stagnant, heavy air
Reeked of alienation-
There I stood, lonely in my glory
Cold and hard, that none dared to touch.

How indeed could one caress
A soul shrouded in contempt,
So distant from the self
Beyond the reach of redemption.

Why then did a gentle breeze uproot me,
When hurricanes I've braved?
The diamond eroded slowly but surely,
By the brilliant drop of water.

T'was but the breath of life
That sought the spirit within.
And taught the flower her fragrance,
Showed the rain cloud his rainbow.

Only the sculptor sees the statue-
Where others behold the rock,
I saw me through your acceptance
An existence became a life worth living.

Loud Speaker

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  1. No words to describe the feeling..... Just lost in thoughts... Thank you

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  2. subime Sujata....i am struck speechless...

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    1. Thank you so much for your encouraging words! This is what keeps us going!!

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