bandi srinivasa rao
Helping Hands - Poem by bandi srinivasa rao
Possessions pass away
Passions and promises perish
Playful life it is but..
Helping hands are honoured forever …
Religions raise and fall
Preaching ceases in practice
Pompousness it is but …
Helping hands are honoured forever…
Rules change, so do the rulers
Political parties reform and deform
A play for power it is but ….
Helping hands are honoured forever..
Talks and treaties terminate
Peace in papers it is but …..
Helping hands are honoured forever.
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