On a fine day, he stood at my doorstep
‘give me something, Baba!’
He recited this twice and thrice;
hearing, I instantly rushed to grandma.
Dadi! he is standing at the door
give him something, give him.
‘I am busy in important work,
say to go for now, come next time’.
‘God bless you, my child!’
the old guy uttered and turned back.
‘Live long my child, live long’
as he stepped away, repeatedly said.
Surprisingly, I refused but so much he gave;
no anger, no greed, no envy on his face.
He ever prayed for blessings of others,
though himself was least fortunate.
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