Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.
Gregory David RobertsI know now that it's the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love.
Gregory David RobertsMots clés bombay mumbai life-in-city
the flames are silent,
Peace is violent,
Tears are frozen
’cause massacre was chosen.
~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories
Mots clés poetry peace poem tears violence terrorism terror mumbai 26-11
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