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Inner War

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Three Generations stood over a line and looking at each other, whispered their inner voice as.

Old man:-
No tomorrow to me, only I have a mere memories of yesterday, let me be with you  Son.

Man:-
No memories to me, want to build my empire for tomorrow, let me go away, Father.

Child:-  
Neither I have memories Nor interest in tomorrow, I wish to live today, let me be with you (Mom & Dad).

Who is right, whose wish is wrong? .No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide!

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