Virtues

I hold hands, who are in the need,
Old, miserable, deprived and diseased.

A blind man crossing the road,
I will go and give him support.

A lame , limping down,
I will prevent him from falling down.

A poor child crying, nothing to eat,
I will not hesitate, giving her my sweet.

An old man sweating in the summer,
I will open my umbrella and give him cover.

I hold hands, who are in the need,
Old, miserable, deprived and diseased.

(i wrote this poem for my dear bhanji "gungun")