a tiny stream of life coming out of mountain high. the stream so beautiful so pure unseen by human soul. running through the forest, joining hands with friends,becomes young full of youth walks dancing in rhythms. it is unware of hurdles in the life of a river. to be crossed in the route. sometimes there is smooth way, sometimes large rocks try to make it's going slow. whatever it gives or does, people do not construe, they throw the debris and accuse. but the strength of mind will not let it down. it will cross the path slow fast. if will meet the ultimate goal, where everyone has to merge at last.
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