Clothing or jewelry
No, we Born alone
Religion or race
No
With a Blank mind
It was empty … it was zero
Whatever we take Colour, Race, Type..
Blood..
In the same red color
Skin color .. whatever …
Someone’s child …
Struggle is living life …
Why killing
All are humans
The gods close
Always in the mind
God forbid
Sad songs
Finding comfort
Among the people
T.C. Thirimavithana