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GOD
It was a stormy night,
I could not sleep. My kid woke up in the noise of thunderstorm, he saw me beside him, went to sleep peacefully. I saw HE is there, I also slept blissfully. (This is translation of poem by Prof. Prasad Khastagir) 2006-02-02 10:30:29 GMT
Thoughts are like fallen leaves, that have no root or cause. Some are bright and some are plain rot.
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