We are defined by what we can do,
But not by what we have,
We are rich if we help or save a few,
And poor if we do not share!
abundance of wealth is not strength,
An iota of compassion is,
We are kings if we go the full length
To share what there is!
The world does not kneel to tyranny,
But bows to a blessed soul,
Conquerors there have been many,
But their deeds all so foul!
Wealthy the man who shares his dips,
Of the last remains of water,
With the will to suffer his parched lips
To care for other he looks after!
Father bears two sleepy little ones,
On a long walk home,
Stumbling across sun heated dunes,
His love like mother’s womb!
If we were to weigh in social balance,
Love against all the gold,
Our compassion has no equivalence,
With all that is bought and sold!
Copyright © Krish Radhakrishna | Year Posted 2020
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