Never Waste It. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Grandma told me a story
The story of a philosopher
The philosopher as a sage
Ever loved by the people
Ever he loved the people
He showed the path of good deed
He liked the humans all
Where he discriminated none
Still he was a poor man
Found his bread by his manual job
The job of a weaver he opted
And tried his best for a living
Every noon there was gruel
And a spoon ready for his gruel
Nearby a small tumbler he kept
Half full of water and a needle
Whenever the gruel falls in earth
He took it over by the needle in care
And washed in the water kept
And ate in such care of food
Someone asked what he was doing
He told its meaning and concern of poor
This small rice is enough to save
A hungry man somewhere in hunger
And nearing death in starvation
Never waste the food or eat aplenty
More than you require and try the best
A great story I heard from my grandma
The great sage having great fame
And his name everywhere in texts
A moral lies in the story to study
Food is precious, never, never waste it.