Act Of Benefaction Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

Once upon a time in a hilly village
There was a landlord in a dying age
He had two sons who were different
One greedy and the other was saint
After their father met his demise
The eldest son shocked with surprise
The youngest son used to help the poor
In their need and kept open his door
The eldest son could not digest this game
Of his brother so was jealous of his fame
By giving him a small piece of land
He separated him and kept living on sand
The youngest son planted a big garden
Of mangoes and looked after as a warden
After a few years the trees were laden
With fruits and caused him to happen
Hungry and tired passengers in the sun
Used to sit and eat fruits with fun
They used to bless and admire him
And his life was not any more dim
The eldest son thought to do the same
As he was jealous of his younger's fame
He ordered to plant a bigger garden
And deputed the labour not to pardon
After many years had passed but no fruit
To know the reason he called a hermit
The hermit stayed one by one in each garden
And told the eldest son what he had to learn
My son, 'It is not because of the land
It is all because of your jealous stand
If you plant trees with the feeling
Of benefaction
They will bear fruits and bring
great reputation.'
The path to get satisfaction
Is to move with benefaction.