look at my body
look at my body
the thing which was given by my mom and daddy
this was a mass in the womb
and
lik a glass out of the womb
it is fragile and in young age it is agile.
When you are young you admire it
when you are child everyone admires it
but when
in after the dath everyone forgets it
because it is only body
a body
which again is the mass in the tomb.
Blessed are the ones who use the body
for the good
blessed are the ones who use the body
well understood about its purpose
that god created
yes
it was created to spread love
to spread affection
and to help others when they are in dire need
until the death it bleeds to do good thing.
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