Faith

Dejected and destroyed, he pleads for death,
 …
Withered it stands, with the head held high,
With the hope alive, it faces the sky,
When shattered and abandoned, it still holds faith,
For petty pains, you whine, why?

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  1. Love the example you've chosen. and definitely a question we should ask ourselves.

  2. Nice picture and well explained!

  3. Hiral that is a lovely capture.

  4. Thank you Aayushi. 🙂

  5. Thank you Mridula. 🙂

  6. Good capture… The lines are apt. Well-written :)…

  7. ahan what a beautiful presentation of the pic…..really good

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