Aniruddha Pathak Poet Terza Rima

Give, Or Give Up When Ye Go

Compelled, you condescend to give, 
With buts, ifs, ooh and oh you give, 
God! Grudge-giving’s no way to give.

You aim to get more than you give, 
Give, on weighing what you’d receive, 
Yet, for past sins there’s no reprieve.

Giving, when you give, has no goal
Save helping a wretched poor soul
In dire need a good enough dole.

Charity is a goal-less game, 
But if yours be for name and fame,
It’s just trade for gain if you give.

And it has a profit motive—
Cheap coppers, not silver thru sieve, 
It’s charity with knots of weave.

Yet, time when comes, one unknown eve, 
All left behind bare hands you leave,
And pardon there’s nor a reprieve, 

O there’s no alt, give up you must, 
And all you’ve had is good as dust,
Good deeds are all you can retrieve.

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Triplet |04.12.2021| giving, charity

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