KK posted: " I take a piece of soil in a potand put a seedfrom which emergesa beautiful plantand then buds and flowers,I don't knowhow it comes and from where... Soil behaves like colourless waterfor every seed that's plantedtaking the form of a motherwhose ch"
I take a piece of soil in a pot and put a seed from which emerges a beautiful plant and then buds and flowers, I don't know how it comes and from where...
Soil behaves like colourless water for every seed that's planted taking the form of a mother whose children may differ in color, size and shape, but her nature of motherliness remains the same... she never forgets her heritage her unfailing devotion...
Without exchanging a word or even a glance she feels the love a sense of belongingness, our life remains light as long as this soil bears all the burdens, that too for others...
We have grown up playing on the same holy soil that has also the remains of our ancestors, a linkage, a trust that needs to be kept intact...
No matter how high a flower may reach on its branch, it blooms as long as it remains attached to the soil...
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