BY DR. RAM SHARMA, MEERUT, INDIA
O! all my near and dear
Why do you fear, hear my voice, I`m here
Listen to the voice of your soul`s commotion
And behold with rapt devotion
Think, we get what we give
Remember , we die as we live
Be pure at heart , you`re richly insured
Soon all your diseases , grief, you`ll get cured
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