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In the valley of breath,
birds sing of a fable,
set in world of dismay.
Stones are hurled at trees
which bear fruits.
Then the same tired souls
sleep under it’s shade.
The tree remains loving,
in a world of indifference,
for it knows,it’s only love which
mends the broken.
“Plant trees, It will grow as Life & turn into a beautiful green miracle. Tell this to your kids & yourself. To see trees grow big will fill you with joy surpassed. Society will be blessed to have this goodness.”
Saalumarada Thimmakka, banyan tree Mother.
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Honoring, Tulsi Gowda ji, https://t.co/4veduyu7Qb environmentalist who has planted more than 30,000 saplings & has been involved in environmental conservation for the past six decades. Lovingly called ‘Encyclopedia of forest’ recipient of #PadmaAwards
Stones are thrown at trees, which have fruits, than the same tired souls, sleep under its shadows. The tree remains loving, for it knows, in this world of dismay, it’s only love which knows how to embrace the broken.
From the darkness of ignorance to the light of knowing.
With birth comes death, in death dwells wisdom,in wisdom thrives Life.
Those deluded by ignorance, enter into darkness but those deluded by knowledge, enter into a greater darkness.
Every atom reverberates, as the universe breaths, inhaling & exhaling, for it sings, to the dance of existence.
A river was invoked in the sky, it descended to purge a scorched Earth. Rivers have been the life-line since time immemorial, can we do better by their side #WorldRiverDay
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