And I tried the unveiled way, the naked one; and they didn't become ready to accept me; rather they preferred the painted one to the blank space. They kept me aside and opened the entrance gate for the monetary stitched slip, threw the blank cheque of honesty. They might be thinking they defeated me, but I am certain I won as I didn't keep my mind and heart in the ditch of garbage of corruption, I still have my clean heart and unspotted mind like an open sky, unclouded and It's my determination in simplicity to carry it on till the last breath. Wounds in the truth is far more adorable than the smooth path in false as I am life....
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Author:
Agyat (Pseudonym) (
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Great wording and a philosophical presentation that is deep. Nicely done
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
Excellent
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