Compassion
When I shared a tiny piece of bread,
the eyes of an unknown hungry kid,
vented the spiritual chants, the secret
way to attain the heaven's steps.
When I prayed for others,
I felt like I was nearing the God;
Revering the labours equally,
aided me to fathom the rapport.
Nothing but a benign smile,
solaces the wilting souls;
Nothing but a compassionate word,
spreads the smile across the world.
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