Best Altruist Poems


Altruist

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.

Sekumpul Altruist

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.

An Altruist Unsung

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.


The Altruist

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

altruist

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
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