From hand to hand, you are passed around, and your mother says, This is my son. O, my thoughtless and foolish mind, think, In the end, nothing shall be yours.  -   Granth Sahib     Quotes
From hand to hand, you are passed around, and your mother says, This is my son. O, my thoughtless and foolish mind, think, In the end, nothing shall be yours. Granth Sahib
 Mother