Reaping The Fruits - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
We are reaping the fruits
We are reaping as because
Our fore fathers were here
And they have grown the tress
With their good will, virtuous actions.
My dear men, we are here
At present and we must do
Something that would be
benefited to our sons and daughters.
Come on, it is the right time
To do that are real works
Without any selfish motive,
While doing let us remember
We are one and the same for all.
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