jvl narasimha rao

THE DRY SAND

Don’t think that the dry sand can’t do anything

It sucks the whole of rain waters

Don’t think that the tiny ants can’t do anything

They will kill the powerful and poisonous king Cobra

Don’t think that the powerless poor can’t do any thing in a democracy

They take away the power and the position of the mighty

Don’t forget that the tiny drops of water make the huge ocean

Don’t forget the collective strength of the mass

It shakes the very foundation of the aristocratic class

 

 



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