What goes round comes round,
Circle of generosity and benevolence;
One who treats is eventually treated,
Never goes in vain or mistreated;
In the court of God pages open,
Someone’s work comes in return;
Not in some quantity and quality,
Rather multiplication with affinity;
Many are helpless and downtrodden,
Live in footpath and beneath the open sky;
Fate has pushed them into the dark,
Days happiness is just a dream and stark.
Wish to stretch the helping hands,
To help the people at the footpath;
Living unhealthy and painful life,
Need a little help for social strife.
Come on friends stretch your hands,
Play a key role for the poor and helpless;
Your generosity will never wash away,
Must come back and meet on the way.