He is an aspiring politician, while he is the selfless Samaritan. He embraces deceit, while he toils in virtue. He amasses wealth, while he mourns over strangers death. He plots ploy through campaigns, while he shares a widow’s pain.
What sets them apart? a missing neuron? childhood or a parent’s touch? when they bear resemblance, with two hands, one brain and a heart.
But hate not the former for the latter could be the one to lay the bricks for the path of a sinner.
Ready to dismember the red geraniums rains had no mercy. Thunder did not show any preference and hails had felled the pride of tall grass. Denuded, the hungry man walked towards liberty. Moral tapestry in scape after scape cried, the