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For Forefathers...

Some don't know how to speak; some don't know how to listen... Such has been the relation between young and adult...
To all those who have come before us... Because of them we are what we are today...
There are millions who have walked along the path to these city lights... Leaving the place that they desire for the place of desires...
If we look carefully nothing of that what we have for us is ours... It has been given to us by the fortune... But to be honest by our forefathers...
We won't pay attention to these things since we are busy comparing things that we think are glittering in someone else's life... 
Rather what we don't understand is what all things we have are the desire of someone else...
Someone somewhere in this busy city lane is alone... Have come here leaving the house of their childhood memories... Those people with whom they grew up...
Living in a metro city... Leaving their own mitti...
Lodged with all the emotional and sentimental baggage... Where the barrier is the language...
Where they live in a room rather than a house... Willing to make it a home... When they will be with their loved ones... Once when all the troubles are gone...
Similar to these our forefathers might have come... Just for us to get whatever we wanted or whatever we desire they killed theirs...
"If not us then our children or grandchildren might have a life of comfort" was what they might have thought.
We own this life to them... We own this comfort to them... Who walked before us to make our life a better place... To all our ancestors...

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