Let feeling of love
Develop in me
Let intimate friendship
Fill my soul.
Increase my curiosity
To know hardships of people
Give me the compassion
To extend my hand for help.
All are equal when born
So are all at death
Why then in between
Become slaves of wealth?
More you give more it expands
Either friendship or love
Hence I ask You sincerely
Bestow your grace on me.
The more of love and friendship we give, the more they will grow, unlike material wealth!
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What lofty thoughts. An elevating poem that is a great prayer too!