Best Altruist Poems
Altruist stands against Egoist,
Against his own life stands;
Red with blood his eyes are,
Plucked by his selfless hands.
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Altruist follows the leader,
Who knows not where to go,
But down into lifeless darkness
Where all false leaders go.
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Altruist follows ruts and hollows of selfless service worn;
Altruist bellows to his fellows, "Cowards we are born".
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Altruist bending in faith ne'er ending to death is sending his prayers befriending;
Death, receiving, is nowise grieving, but laughs in reaping the self-deceiving.
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Altruist kneels, pounds head on floor;
Egoist stands, a beast no more.
The gate made me rush,
my destination was plunder.
I saw them jeopardizing themselves,
helping others.
Unselfish concern for other people,
in the face of scarcity, risky,
without any reward.
Prosocial behavior,
born with a natural tendency,
helping others, forefront of thoughts.
Neural evidence, pure altruism,
against violence, inequality, and oppression.
Nurture the seeds of change,
respect for human life.
When they fragmented,
and socially atomized,
they shape beauty identities.
She lived beside the old temple that has stood
For years on the rocky bank of the silent river
Flowing all through the lining greenery cover ,
The woods and the arable land rich and good ;
Years ago she was the landlady ruler, across
The several hamlets, who doled out for free
What they asked for -grains, clothes in a spree
And never cared for the end - gain nor the loss
It was an abrupt outbreak, an epidemic dreary,
That effaced the strugglers picking by lot ;
The good landlord was the first to be caught ;
For no cause, nor reason he became weary;
Leaving behind his suffering soul sans a child
And all his countless riches for her to cherish ,
He finished his spell with no joy, so to perish
Alas ! the fate what else could be so ,so wild..!
There were mixed feelings and selfish amity
When the folk got more than what they sought
Coaxing the lady with ease and plea distraught
Soon she was homeless, yet in sound sanity,
Serving unbiasedly, the destitute, needy poor
Beyond all her ability and resource limit
But never was there a lapse nor any null remit
As the noble soul dwelt on healing their sore
Decades elapsed since, but for no change;
A slight cry of suffering reaches her soon :
And she rushes to them be it night or noon ;
None forgets that she is on the eighty range
Oh God! how strange are these facets of life!
While some chase far, the void and the futile,
Ever seeking somehow just their needs vile,
Noble beings but breathe for those in strife.
On the dismal day --- recall the rustics around,
She was carried away by the floods too wild,
As she tried and saved a drowning child ,
But lost her stance to the unsparing ground;
Hue and cry ,and searches wide found her not ;
A lamp is lit on the chosen day on her door sill
And many offer their prayers thereabout still :
More for favours than in memory of the spot.
She's a kind-hearted woman who devoted herself in giving
She would give what she had even though she was toiling
She's a golden soul that did not know how to be greedy
She would give her own food even though she was hungry
May 11, 2023
The world doesn’t tend to give you what you want
Give me a locked box, the indescribable taunt
What if she was feeling generous?
In a moment of empathy, some severance
My fingers delve deep and rummage
I’d pay your entry fee, some sort of tonnage
Reaching past the gold, the silver
Some objects the victims to pilfer
I can feel it beating at the bottom, submerged by guilt
Picking up the shattered pieces, always knew you needed rebuilt
I'll spend all night putting you back together
Please let me talk to you, I can feel our tether
Your heart was broken in the bottom of my box
Why you left it with me is a total flummox
I chose to return your heart back to you, as you repaired mine
Maybe this time my act of kindness will cause us to intertwine
The world doesn’t tend to give you what you want
But if you give me a chance, maybe I can