Tuesday, April 10, 2018

9:56 AM

 

Let us not mince the words

But look always forward

With the single aim of becoming a social worker

Or torchbearer

 

Let us not boost more

But always explore

Within humanitarian ambit

A lovely gesture to greet human beings

 

No doubt, books are holy

And pain the character wholly

But not all the read books

The character remains on pages only

 

Only epic nooks remain known

The village folks sing in praise of their own

In such way, the character remains alive in the heartland

People remain friendly and add more friends

 

We may perish but not sun and moon

The sky shall ever remain

Till the eternity ends

And no one survives