Every bit of mud,
every speck of dust.
A new blooming bud
is a beauty - do trust.
Every joyful smile,
every child's glee.
So walking-a-mile
is my destiny.
Every tear that fell,
every heart that pained:
They who know me well,
know what I have gained.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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