Sudama Charit
Not even a turban ,rob he have , oh lord! I don't know from where he came,
A torn out towel and trouser he wear, no shoes in legs,he is a lame ,
At the gate there is a brahmin, see the Dwarika empire and exclaim,
And ask for thy address, oh lord, and say Sudama is his name .
How much torn thy feet from thorns, thousand of prickles I can see,
Where thee have been all this time? How's thy family and how are thee?
By seeing Sudama's sick state , cried the lord out of pain ,
He didn't touch the trough water , washed pal's feet with tears rain !
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