I see a frail hand stretched out asking for help, and I am unable to move.
This nightmare haunts repeatedly, but I am not consumed by guilt.
At one point of time, the hand was mine, but nobody helped.
Guiltless
I see a frail hand stretched out asking for help, and I am unable to move.
This nightmare haunts repeatedly, but I am not consumed by guilt.
At one point of time, the hand was mine, but nobody helped.
Reena Saxena 
Wow! This is deep! You have done this beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Sad story.
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Nice, but sad, twist.
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It is a validation or vindication of the state, when we cannot sympathize with another.
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It happens. Maybe it shouldn’t, but it’s very human.
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