Rusted Roots

IN My days of school I remember what my teacher had said,
“Pray for them as for you.”
“Think for them as for you.”
“Wish for them as for you.”
“Feel for them as for you.
” I Remember as well what he said,thereafter:
“There is HEREAFTER”
Throw away these frozen boots,
look after every kid & kin,
love every young & old,
live upto what they say,
life is full of wonders
made of promises
Every yesterday is forgotten,
Every tommorow is a myth,
until it ain”t today.
FOrget everything and not your roots”

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Kamran Rashid

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I"m me...n m happy I will love to die as myself rather to live like yours.. keep praying..keep smiling mk peace#krb
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