Charity begins at home
The old proverb reminds
Charity the humanitarian way
Which gives us so much pleasure
When a part of earning is shared
The needy and needed ones
The solemn duty of everyone
To part with our own dues
In fact our own comes an exaggeration
It is not ours but every ones
Somehow reached, and thinks our own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem