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Pure Hearted Love.

Pure hearted is as rare as they say.

Who are they?

It’s very much unknown.

But pure hearted comes from a mother and father,

And from God.

It comes from nature,

From all blissful things.

It’s simply one’s prerogative,

To search for it again and again.

It’s already there,

Stop looking for it everywhere.

It’s love and that too,

Pure hearted,

So, let it be,

And be happy again.

Adios!

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A Rose And It’s Petals.

A rose and it’s petals,

Are as much as sync,

As a mother and her small child.

Neither would they part,

Nor would be different.

It’s like watching the sun,

Coming upon the horizon.

The sun never parts from the sky.

The only factor which remains,

Is love.

Pure hearted love.

Adios!

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An Evening With A Beautiful Apple Pie.


Ma had made four apple pies. They were mouthwateringly beautiful. From the moment she took it out of the oven, I couldn’t control myself.

I kept on pleading with Ma.

Ma when shall we be having those pies?

Ma replied-“In thirty minutes.”

I- “Ma, can’t I have them now?”

Ma-“Let them cool a bit.”

I felt a bit let down and grumpily sat down on the sofa.

Then like a magician, Ma brought a big apple pie on a plate and placed it on the table.

“Ma is it for me?” I asked Ma. Ma replied-“Yes”.

You couldn’t have guessed my happiness as I had that apple pie.

That evening I didn’t do anything. Simply kept on thinking about apple pie.

That apple pie was everything to me and still is. It was scintillatingly beautiful.Ma has again promised to make some more apple pies very soon.

Adios!