Monday, September 13, 2010

Poverty in 55 words



The flag was hovering magnificently in the space. Adorable was the sight to look at. Everyone stood wondered at the beauty, happily saluting to their duty. While all were blissful, one cute timid boy stared at the flag crying: " This stick has cloth, but for me". Essence of independence questioned itself in the boys verse.

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