to a friend who rejected this allegedly as being too obscure

ㅤ ~for A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Photo by Gian. via Unsplash

‘A loss of you can not be equal to the loss of you.’
ㅤ ㅤ ~Mai Der Vang

eleven is a lucky number

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ you say there is no such things as luck ㅤ or fate ㅤ just hard-work and willpower

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤso let me will that eleven’s pretty special ㅤ ㅤ and it becomes

ㅤ ㅤ what’s this individual trait that catches fire ㅤ ㅤ & ㅤ wings off to the victorious skies.

ㅤ ㅤ what’s the name of the butterfly that’s so elegant ㅤ & ㅤ so sharp that it rockets its way through the thickest of the dark.

ㅤ ㅤ what’s the kindness that floods upon the Indians ㅤ & ㅤ submerges every vile ㅤ ㅤ and transcends humanity.

ㅤ ㅤ what knowledge drips from the snow-pure brows ㅤ ㅤ what gems for eyes ㅤ ㅤ what neurons gathering cosmic dust ㅤ & ㅤ what heart arresting every heart for an eternity.

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