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A gentle walking slow upon the Sand
I saw her with a Wild Flower in hand
With love she was caught in that cage
Anxiety, restless and burning in a rage

Birds flew back together to their cage
While I heard a chat of praying sage
What is life I asked and wrote this page
At the sunset all see their beloved image.

A great vacuum within lost in thought
While recalled my beloved and sought
With love a precious gift I had bought
And now I remain for the battle fought

If the heart did not palpitate to return
For the courtesy rejected that I moan
What does it mean in pain I do groan
Love is rejected, as a vagabond I roam

You may not have silver and gold to offer as gift to your loved once. . You may not have currency notes to count from the tip of your fingers with velocity and skill, but nothing to worry. Your presence itself can be a great gift to everyone. When you are present at home
Your family is comfortable and feel protected, guided and directed, when you are at the office, your boss, your colleagues and the entire team is comfortable and assured of a peaceful co existence. When you are with your friends you are recognised as someone in whom one can find joy and relaxation. When you are with the children and the youth you are accepted as someone worthy to listen at. Then you shall be remembered and your life shall find a meaning and worth living