Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. (June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)
A bed of rose and thorns
Without giving troubles, you cannot live.
Without getting troubles you cannot live.
You have to pluck and to be plucked in turn.
Life is the bed of rose studded with thorns.
Submitted: Wednesday, March 09, 2011
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