because if you can’t kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.

They’re so brave," she said.  "They’re all dead."  "Only a coward would think of that," she said scornfully.

On the days of cold
When leaves withered
Soul lost its routes
Everything is dull
In their life
Every thing becomes
A cold hearted soul
With a dead hope,
And then I come to world
In a new form
With a new hope
And I bring life
To everyone in the nature
And I show the paths
To those lost souls
And bring them to life again
@Spring

If they  don't  know  you, at least you try  to  know them.

Written By Samarendra mohanty

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