Gods Love no ending

Amma clutched the worn notebook containing Kannadasan's verses, her trembling fingers tracing each Tamil word. The poet's wisdom had sustained her through decades of struggle, shared freely on the community forum where elders gathered daily. When financial hardship struck, her neighbors didn't hesitate. The digital collection grew swiftly—not for profit, but for purpose. They raised enough to save her home. That evening, she sat beneath the jasmine tree, reading aloud to gathered families. Kannadasan's eternal words floated through the warm air, binding generations together. The poet's truth remained unchanged: devotion transcends currency. In heritage, they found infinite wealth.