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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

In inadequacies, I thrive

 
Ailments, I can help treat,
Not of the deliberate harm
How do I catch it all?
And, rightly raise alarm.
 
Death, as scary it is,
The joy is in living,
To move on ahead,
In spite of all misgivings.
 
Equipped with my shield,
Of unconditional love,
Face adversities in aplomb,
Unscathed rise above.

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