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Good deeds

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I once met a man

Who would steal food

From the villagers

And feed the stray dogs well.

A man so poor

I couldn’t ask if he had a home

Or where he’d dwell.

Poor indeed he seemed

But he’d pray five times a day.

For shade in summer

and warmth in winter, you’d say?

When I had mustered up enough courage

I went up to him and spoke-

“Are you a sinner

Or are you the sage?

An enigma you seem to me

Like different colour

On either side of a page!”

“No one is black

No one is white

Grey is what we are —

A bit of wrong,

A bit of right”,

The man continued

shedding light,

“Every soul holds

Unpanned gold.

So if you ever find yourself

One shade darker,

Reflect on your needs.

For your deeds follow your needs —

Good deeds plant good seeds

Good seeds breed good deeds.”


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