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Rich heart with poor mind

From the rich heart of a poor person
Faded skins, full of wrinkles on my faces and eyes filled with tears of hope reveals the truth of past stories.
The things which bother me about the world is that
 they just wanted to use me as a machine when retired just throw.
Never thought about the situations I fought under it.
Let me remind you, my son!
When you were small I use to hold your fingers and made you stable,
now you reminded me the same thing but the difference is today you are the finger holder 
and I am the poor old useless person who really needs proper medication and your help.
Instead of such efforts, you pushed me out from home just because I am weak.
Scares on my body is the sign of dedication and hard work.
I remember the time when you showed your anger in form of sticks that were used for beating me.
Thank you for taking such big decisions,
 at least you are learning and following the steps of rich attitude.
My life turned on when you dropped me near the old orphanage.
Now I am an auto rickshaw driver and I can survive and can live my life by my earnings.
If you need any help with my property signature and other formality
I am always for you.
Still missing you, my son. Take Care!
These were the last word of an old man who "NEVER GAVE UP" in his whole life

 "Transformation may happen overnight.
From dark night to morning bright "

 Emotions are attached to the bonding of the family.
When it gets exploited it only provide you the gift of regrets.
Never heart them because they are the heroes who gave their full effort to make your dreams come true.
Their sacrifices are the reason for your success.

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