Poem -

empty purse.

"life is a blessing"

'death is a curse ,
life has a price, upon death,
an empty purse'.

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Ravindra Kumar

Excellent,..good write,,no doubt life is an empty purse but we can fill it with the help of our fruitful talent and progressive positive curiosity as we are not child knows well difference between the thing of utility and futile objects, many a little makes a mickle...Good Luck,..lonesome yellow particles may not be considered as a part of GOLD...with love...xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Hey sweetheart ravindra, i was more thinking along the lines, no matter how much money you have or haven't in life, which indeed costs in all ways, the fact you can not take your wealth into the after life, no amount of money is of value to the person i am, my value in life is the love of my children and family / friends,
love to you sweetie, nardine xoxo

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Ravindra Kumar

Dear Friend,

I mean to say, the empty purse of life must not be filled with our futile activities as we are mature, sensitive and educated knows well the value of providential deeds...such as serving the orphans, wiping tears of deserving generation,,timely help to starving people, because later departing from this land when we shall reach to His place and the purse will be opened certainly He will get please finding therein the treasure of our precious natural actions and snuggle us beyond controversy.

With Love,

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Nardine Sanderson

Indeed, i believe so, your a kind heart ravindra Kumar xx love to you dear friend, nardine xoxo

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