S.D. TIWARI (December.1955 / India)
Price of your services
For every thing we do, you pay
Even we pray, for that too, you pay
You do every thing, give every thing
But I have nothing mine, that I can pay
You become happy, if just we praise
You accept, merely attention we pay -
As cost of every thing that you give
Guarantee joy too and restful live
Your given things are captured by men
They command price, from wanting everyone,
For cleaning arteries take thousands dollars.
You clean souls too, for simply we remember
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