Lies the stairway to heaven,
And eternal peace.
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The government is also engaging doctors, psychologists, lawyers, civil society organisations, NGOs, religious leaders and community representatives to facilitate de-radicalisation and reintegration. Young people are encouraged to participate in constructive social activities that promote communal harmony and reduce the appeal of extremist ideologies.
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At one's mother’s feet
My River
There’s a river i know
Whose name i, often, forget,
There’s Divinity in Silence
Spend time with Silence
For, wisdom lies there,
The Arrogance of Misfortune
Gloat not, O misfortune
Your triumphs are not eternal,
I Often Wonder
If Birds were Man’s Mentor
Would we a better breed be
The Cradle of Friendship
The cradle of friendship
Is too delicate for words
Faith
For all my proclamations of belief,
Which in intent and conviction are true,
In Search of the Soul
Endless, fruitless, journeys
That we oft embark upon,
In The Precincts Of The Mind
In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,
O Demise, Are You Fair?
O Demise, thou art a friend true
When I feel lost and dark blue
Destiny
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
The Paradox of Time- Life’s Pantomime
Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
Conscience
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Chisel Away
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
Tears and Time and the Rivers
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
