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I thank everybody at the help.com as my 12th book is published at the lulu.com and anyone can view and or comment at: http://stores.lulu.com/harmandersingh
With my sincere regards and thanks to all,
Dr. Harmander Singh
P. S.: Thanks for your encouragement!!!!!

Dear Richard, I always thank you for telling and guiding me about publishing my books. It has worked to a success. Well, you see I remember the beautiful memories of the making strangers friends. I have a good news after a long pause. My book is published at the lulu.com with name “Happy Peace Day” for children. If you may ever wish to leave a comment on the book, the link is www.lulu.com/content/1732115. I sincerely thank you again and it was a great help from all of you at the help.com. Thanks and May God Bless All!

Well, I remember the beautiful memories of the making strangers friends. I have a good news after a long pause. My book is published at the lulu.com with name “Happy Peace Day” for children. It was a great help from all of you at the help.com. Thanks and May God Bless!

Well, you see I am having a some trouble with publishing articles. It is to maintain the records, at Xomba.com, it says that I am earning author, but I have trouble with registering to AdSense, it does not accept phone nunmber, state, city and the pincode. I wonder if there is an easier online publisher as the Xomaba.com is, though they are excellent in their work, my problem still exists. May I seek your help please.

Well, after all we are the most advanced and modern people, who have polluted the planet as never before, so our minds are better than all those, who ever lived before us. The thought pollution is what all seem to claim as the wisdom, while we are the puppets of knowledge, which may not be even the drop of the sea, because what we know is largly less than what we do not know. Thanks and good luck!

The commitments as a devotion for doing one’s duty and seeking the same from others may sometimes, put one in the condition to consider what is right or wrong. In other words, it appears even when someone does not get the feedbacks from the committments. However, it seems to me that each reply needs an attention as a reply, otherwise it may not be communication, it may just seem an interaction, so I would request that the question raiser may kindly reply on each received email to keep the rapport, it is request not that one “should” do it, as it depends. Thanks!

Well, you are right, I have used word ego as similar, though not same for it. I do it, how I do it, if I were in the condtion of,….., putting the shoes in others feet and finally accepting that I can observe what I am doing. The pride is working as if a first person, the second perosn reduces it to responisbility, though demanding for rights and the third person executes the pride in the form of duty, knowing that duty gets the rights as a rewards, whereas the pride wants to possess the rights as taking the credit, as a team we work, the pride lowers, however. The joy of observer, doing the duty with devotion, the pride changes (trasforms) into proud of my duty and devotion for it. Thanks!

Well, you see I still cry for those times, when used to share my poems with my friends, while studying in Australia, but now I do not have company to share it. It has been a great pleasure to share with all of you. You know, I am not a professional writer, it is my hobby from childhood. If I could do something with my books, works, I could have written lot more, however, I am sorry if you feel that a helplessness is robbing, I may assume that you want to say that I should send poems in a new post. However, you will have to let me know why I should do it? Should I go for seeking for the magazines or newspapers, which publish it. Am I right? Plaese have a poem as a gift:

BE HAPPY

Everything is changing
Perhaps progressing towards new times.
There is present, the old me
Not keeping anything in heart
Delivering everything to others not remembering
That what I keep is mine and what I release
Is sound of apathy in wilderness.
Seeking I do no get silent but
Needing I speak what do not need to.
Storm is not present in me for
I always search peace like sea.
And truly sea can not remain without storm
The storm of wishes, thoughts, and anxieties come,
When the circumstances push me back
To the point where I stood
In the past.
When I grieve for what is not a problem
Because there are new things to grieve
Than to be happy during the times
When the darkness gets dense and immense
Before the day comes with light of the Sun,
Neither tears nor cries but either
Longing or seeking bring me near
To the original personality of my being.
I cannot loose anything since
Nothing is mine and
I have nothing to gain since
Nothing is to be taken when I leave.
Yet, I ask myself what makes me grieve
Perhaps I am more ignorant than Bhagouauty thinks
Do not delay my heart; be happy and rejoice.

Thanks for reading it.

Thanks Oster, you see I have written more than seven books of poetry and two plays of children, one act play eaach, with intention to promote poetry. I do not understand what you want to say that I should make it a separate post. You see I willing to share all of my works with good friends at the help.com, however, it seems outragoeous to me, I am a bit shy in such matter, though blunt otherwise. Thanks for your encouragement!!!!!

Well, you are really the richhill, I dedicate my poem to everyone at the help.com, though English is my third language, so do not mind the mistakes,it is as it goes with the flows:

I WANT TO BE LIKE A TREE

I want to be like a tree
I desire my works should be
Like the branches of tree.
And my feelings should be
Like the leaves of tree.
And on this tree of my life
There should grow a flower
Of thought.
And this flower should
Give a fruit of virtues.
But I need
Water of life to grow.
And this water
Flows only
In the river of eternity.
Yes, this river comes from
Dynamic continuity of Mother Nature of all ages.
I have cut
My own roots
But from water of life.
I shall be rooted again
On the bank of
River of eternity
The winds of evil
Want to root Bhagouauty up
But my gardener will
Keep me rooted with water of life
As I want to be like a tree.

Thanks for reading it.

Well, you see I agree with nojac. We all have ego. Now if you want to remove your ego, the satan at a lower level, just as assuming for simplification, just think it ios your ego, even then you cannot destroy it. Now, the original form of ego is selflesness. It is not easy to selfless and claim that one does not have ego. The free will is a gift, you may use your ego for selfishness and for selflessness, however you cannot destroy it, as you say about the destroying the satan. It is the direction in which you use your ego and free will. The road of selfishness is wide and open, as it is easy to grab, but becoming selfless is difficult road for one to wal, the journey is dirceting ego from grabber to giver. It is so easy that anyone can think about it and tell lots of good points about it to others, just to grab attention. We begin such steps towards selflessness by setting example not by preaching about it.
I am always seeking everyone’s good wishes, blessings and the prayers. Thanks!going point of

Well, you see if you pray and invite postive energy and the good souls, angels, and even the God, you may experincemany positive experinces, however, the thorn on the plant do not destroy the beauty of the flowers. The satan can test and take trial, but it is for evolution, not just to prove that it is stronger than God. The darkness does not have an independent existence, it is merely the absence of light. It is same with satan. Thanks!

Thanks for sharing, we all need it, is not it. May God Bless!

Well, thanks for sharing, you see it is the creativity, you would like the food, which you cook, the poetry is not the readymade food, we take the words and give feelings to each word. You wrote because you felt it. How about it singing it, you may try, the metaphor will help you to make so many other poems as if sprouting of the flowers from you one poem as a plant. Even if you are not a poet, you sow the seed and got it, just imagine singing it. I would express that sing it in the way as if it is county song, the songs that people in the rural areas sing as a folk song.

Well, you see if you may sing in the company of your friends, it may be a great joy. The crticism is just exihibition of knowledge, but when a child speaks few words, mother understand what it means. This is the same with all creative arts, particularly the poems, the few words, the drop from the sea to show to the mother, the self-feeler readers and or the listeners. They enjoy it as they can feel the words, I liked your poem, but I will not torture you to read my poem, however, I want to, so here it goes, please bear it:

“Epilogue”

We see and hear
This is start of learning
We touch and smell
This is middle of learning
We taste and speak
This is end of learning, Wait!
It is the start of self-study
We learn and do
This is the end of self-study Wait!
We do self-study to learn
This is the beginning and the end.
Let us start self-study
Let us go inside and outside
To learn all about
Our selves and others
In the small age of human civilization
Let us take a drop from
A sea of self- education and
Let us do self-study and learning
Before the drop of life vanishes, believes Bhagouauty,
Into the endless dimensions
Of time and human civilization.

Wow, it is amazing. I am pleased to know that 1000 replies are just the flowers offered to you as a noble person. You know one day you may pray, as I pray for all:
O Dear God, please help me not to become so great and high in the sky that others may seem lower than me, so I pray to give me the feelings of reverence and sense of equality, the joy which I may celebrate with all. Amen!
May God Bless and Have A Great Success! Thanks!