Tolerance is walking again,
Leaving everything old behind.
Storing it in the ark of remembrance.
Everything turned into a dream!
The past is a long distance ,
In which a door has been closed.
To open it would be a certain fatality,
Why life lacks tolerance.
The past has left a mark,
That we must erase from heart.
The present writes our history,
for creating roots with our strength
That dream is already perishable,
When it anchors in a distant port!
© Manoj Kumar Panda
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