Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Make Life Meaningful


Unknown hand
Pusheth one
Into the world real.

Unknown hand
Guideth one
To destiny unknown.

Unknown hand
Taketh life,
Make life meaningful.

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Shahzia Batool (10/2/2013 10:09:00 AM)

    this attempt is the part of your trying to solve the puzzle, and here the encoded area is...the unknown hands... (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (10/2/2013 8:34:00 AM)

    At every turn of life, we are directed by an unknown hand. Fortunate are those who submit themselves to that divine guidance! Of course man can do certain things by himself, but he has his limits! Great truth! ! (Report) Reply

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