Your daughter was once full of life Now she’s sick and nobody knows why You hate all the doctors Who poke her and prod her Then come back and say she’s just fine
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
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