What is precious on earth?

I prefer to avoid the word most because, sometimes a few hundred bucks, a few solacing words become the most precious thing on earth. But a sensitive heart appears to me a precious thing whenever I think about it.

May be every single person with a sensitive and caring heart will not write elegy sitting in a country church yard like that of Thomas Gray. But people lived around the person will always miss the fragrance.

Well! Someone may find that person not be worthy enough to be a worldly person. The person may find himself burdened with the gift of sensitivity. But when he will find,he can think for others-others sorrows and happiness, he will understand the difference-the difference between those who only CAN think about themselves and him.

Comments

zunayeed said…

SABBIR , ITS REALLY VERY INTERESTING .

August 2, 2007 at 5:35 PM

Abu Sadat Nurullah said…

Well, that's true.
But why you stopped posting after July?

September 9, 2007 at 2:37 PM

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