Who Is My Neighbour?
Who is my neighbour? Asked you, a supposed expert in law
Did he know that testing you is like a Babelian flaw?
Being Christ, you knew well that his faith was like a dry reed.
With a breeze of common man's compassion, you shook his creed.
From Jerusalem to Jericho, a man travelled, you said.
Bandits beat him up, looted his wealth, and left him half-dead
Did the priest, though he witnessed him dying, reach him out? Nay.
The Levite too, though he might have felt pity, went his way.
One who was thought to be, in the social ladder, the least
A Samaritan brought back his life that was almost ceased.
He nursed him as though he was losing his only friend.
Shouldn't, before his love, divisions of caste and creed bend?
This was true love. He's the true neighbour. Go and do the same.
The questioner felt his frail question fail and stood in shame.
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