CONCERN
Both of them were chatting.
“I came only last day.” One person said.
“I was working.” The second person said
“What was your big work?” the first person asked
“I was trying to store some food for the rainy season.”
The first person scratched his head. “Will we live until then? Our lives are so small.”
Even if we have only small lives, is it not good to store for tomorrow?”
“Look at the birds in the sky. They don’t sow or reap and neither do they store in storehouses. Then why we need to worry?
They started an argument. Then a small foot stamped on them. Those small ants were trampled.
Death comes always as a thief.
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