On the way let not your head turn,
let the fire within your heart burn.
Let not to you your tired feet say,
I can't walk with you along the way.
Let not your hope come to an end,
for the fear of evil doers never do bend.
The poor among us are also human,
why not do a bit, do whatever we can.
We give our lovers an expensive card,
but to help the poor we find it very hard.
Let life be a short poem of good deed,
men will remember the hand that did feed.
Let life be a soundless smooth river flow,
eroding all the pebbles that lie below.
Why to lament for things that belong to all?
Give all you have and let pride stand tall.
Let life be a fight with nothing to gain,
just to give the pleasure and take the pain.
Nothing is ours all belong to the Earth,
which ends in death and started at birth.
- Prasenjit Das © 97-99
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