One who was the best of the Human
After His migration till death
His Family never got food for 3 days at a stretch
The people of Golden age
Had passed such days
When there was no food except the Habala leaf
Then their excreta & the excreta of the sheep had no difference
We have plenty of foods whatever
We love to fashion it as GIFT
We never think it as our TEST by HIM really
In our daily life
We become ingratitude by spoiling food
Punishment may be Hunger!
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