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Sacrifice
What difference would it make to the oceans round the world; if they sacrificed a million droplets of their water?
But the same could infact; create a river for people starving below the disastrous poverty line; prove as life bestowing fluid for impoverished life in the deserts; crawling towards the tenterhooks of extinction.
What difference would it make to meadows all across the globe; if they sacrificed just a whisker of their stupendously unfathomable carpet of grass?
But the same could infact; evolve a marvelous mattress for all those orphaned slithering on cold blooded ground; transit them into a blissful slumber; relishing the mysticism of the ravishing night.
What difference would it make to gigantic buildings protruding from varied territories of the globe; if they sacrificed just an inconspicuous little brick; from their majestically towering structure?
But the same could infact; construct a magnificently luxurious dwelling; for innocently naked trembling uncontrollably on the dusty streets; deluging their
uncouthly aggrieved lives with beams of optimistic happiness.
What difference would it make to the tumultuously augmenting storm; to sacrifice only a single of its royally whistling winds?
But the same could infact; entirely metamorphose the persona of the morbidly stinking dungeons; into one replete with spiffy vivaciousness and exuberance worth
a lifetime.
What difference would it make to the fires roaring unrelentingly towards the cosmos; to sacrifice a diminutive flame of theirs; from the handsomely untamed inferno that penetrated charismatically into the clouds?
But the same could infact; become the ultimate candle of happiness for those existing in inexplicably treacherous darkness; mitigating them towards the corridors of a cheerful beginning.
What difference would it make to the most learned man on this Universe; to sacrifice just a trifle of his benevolent philosophies; out of the infinite ideals he harbored?
But the same could infact; prove as an invincible platform for the illiterate; impregnate a distinct glint of hope in their despairing eyes; to rise as the
noble stalwarts of tomorrow.
What difference would it make to immortal lovers across the fathomless earth; to sacrifice just an infinitesimal iota of their love; diffuse just a fraction from their boundless repertoire of sharing and understanding?
But the same could infact; work miracles for all those blind; maimed; deaf and horrendously mutilated; profusely rejuvenate in them the Omnipotent
spirit to be alive.
What difference would it make to all those robustly alive and happy; to sacrifice a minute each day to water the soil; spare a few moments to assist the ailing; cross the boisterously bustling lanes?
But the same could infact; transform this world into a mesmerizing green heaven; profoundly appease the God's to bless all with bountiful endowment.
And what difference would it make to all those unfathomably rich; to sacrifice just a penny from their overwhelmingly bulging pockets; part with a ludicrous fragment of their affluence; out of the gold literally reaching the skies?
But the same could infact; relinquish all traces of deplorable poverty from all quarters of the planet; engender the ordinary to embrace the extraordinary; in a wave of united bliss; in a wave of perpetual happiness
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