I remember my mother often
And her seemingly innocent advice
To see God in everyone
But being not so innocent as her
I often end up seeing only
The child in the child
The man in the man
The woman in the woman
The foreigner in the foreigner
The doctor in the doctor
The butcher in the butcher
And, to boot,
The mother in the mother.
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Philosopher & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.in/stores/D.-Samarender-Reddy/author/B0CB7PMW36
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