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veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Knock the door and an angry person may open it..


To seek the truth, the heart should be clean,
Not congested with clogs of fatty doctrines,
Open the eyes wide and not be afraid of the reprimand,
And it is as bright as the sunshine and as true as the breath,
We deny the facts to prove and safeguard the myths,
The mind is so weak and can absorb anything as the blotting paper,
Let the solute be the knowledge that stick on the paper,
What solvent we use is very irrelevant as it evaporates,
Seek the truth, run after the knowledge,
Don’t get fooled with doctored money masters,
Who wear the robes, gowns and holding the stick,
To chase away the people who ask the questions,
Seek the truth and gain the knowledge.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (4/16/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    Sometimes the truth is not what you expected.
    Sometimes the heart reject it.
    A repeated this can't be.
    A denial to what an open mind should be able to see. (Report) Reply

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