Be it no more than just a glass of water,
A walking-stick alive rendered by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none far too hotter;
Or quality time spent with someone old,
A warm blanket in times forlorn and cold,
In times of need a willing shoulder-hold;
A pair of slippers to feet walking bare,
Not in loud charity to show you care,
Heart-born feelings shown above false air;
Anything given short of counting ways,
Given to brighten up sinking heart's greys,
To lighten load that too heavily weighs;
Give it in cash though kindest give in kind,
A gift of willing heart and well inclined,
A gift coming from soul— body and mind.
Give, the only joy greater than getting,
The only joy rarer than receiving,
Be the joy of giving and forgetting!
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Musings | 06.08.09 |
A very inspiring poem, loved it. The joy of giving, 'To lighten load that too heavily weighs'- has no parallel.
Give it in cash though kindest give in kind, A gift of willing heart and well inclined, A gift coming from soul— body and mind. Give, the only joy greater than getting, The only joy rarer than receiving, Be the joy of giving and forgetting! - - - -Beautiful thought, beautiful words.
Give, the only joy greater than getting, The only joy rarer than receiving, Be the joy of giving and forgetting! ........so true. A beautiful poem with outstanding concept is amazingly shared. Thank you sir.
Thanks for visiting again dear KM, again with such good words....
When one likes something, loves it, that love may make him a bit blind. I say 'may', but not always.
There is a reference to the word 'slippers' in this poem. By oversight I had spelled it as 'sleepers'. A kindly poet pointed it out thru the mail.Blessed be that poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir, i am delighted today to find this great poem being featured among 500 member poems (#486) ..a much deserved poem to be placed there! Many congratulations!
Oh thank you so much, I would not have easily known because I do not monitor this. I must thank readers like you for this. It is reader that makes a poet.