Kindness
the poor, the sick, the infirm, the abused
not one, but plenty of them, all over
a vacant sadness on each face, waiting to be enthused
the poor, the sick, the infirm, the abused
wait for a kindness from luckier ones to be rescued
do I care or even stop a second to ponder?
the poor, the sick, the infirm, the abused
not one, but plenty of them, all over
for this question, pares my insides, and I shiver
when I put myself in their place, and imagine
the pain, the angst, the helplessness, of the sufferer
for this question, pares my insides, and I shiver
with all my humbleness, I utter a prayer
and promise that this question I will reexamine
for this question, pares my insides, and I shiver
when I put myself in their place, and imagine
I want to pass the loving word for them needy souls
for they can smile and feel in life belonged
like I do with my family that fills my bowls
I want to pass the loving word for them needy souls
so they can hear the singing bird that extols
and let them live a dream they may have longed
I want to pass the loving word for them needy souls
for they can smile and feel in life belonged
if you also are tormented by this question
and an urge to see more smiles around you
then let us join hands, it is my suggestion
together we can better reduce man’s regression
if you also are tormented by this question
answer to which is now clearly overdue
if you also are tormented by this question
and an urge to see more smiles around you
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014
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