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Tiny Truth

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It is dusk .

I lie in the field , lost .

A group of ants walk past my feet

they tell me , I have stopped .

I see , they carry the wounded on their shoulders

not their pain .

They tell me  “Brother ! Drop the pain

carry yourself forward” .

I rise .

Arijit Roy

 (Poem and photograph)

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learning to fly like those angels did a long time ago ...

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