This earth is sensual plane of all living souls
And as dear as our own birth-mother
We are born, live and die in her loving bosom
Following the laws of Karma and rebirth
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Beautiful Poem. We owe all our energy, every second of our existence to her. It is sad that instead of gratitude we think always of owning and exploiting.
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Beautiful Poem. We owe all our energy, every second of our existence to her. It is sad that instead of gratitude we think always of owning and exploiting.