But He Gave... Poem by S.D. TIWARI

But He Gave...



On a fine day, he stood at my doorway
‘give me something, Baba! '
twice and thrice, he did say.
Hearing, instantly I rushed to grandma.

Dadi! he is standing at the door
give him something, give him.
Busy in important work, she ignored
‘say to go for now and come next time'.

‘God bless you, my child! have bliss'
the old guy uttered and turned back.
‘Live long my child, grow big'
as he stepped away, repeatedly said.

Surprisingly, was refused but so much he gave;
no anger, no greed, no envy on his face.
For blessings of others, he ever prayed,
though he, himself was least fortunate.

Monday, September 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts
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Salini Nair 01 September 2014

nice sir....to wish for others goodness is the greatest wish...

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