Bury Worry, Carry Merry, To Help, Hurry

mvvenkataraman

Let me stay always highly sincere,

And be of some use to the World,

When people suffer, let me interfere,

And relieve them of worries' hold,

Whenever agonies become severe,

Let me help without being told,

Near let me go to wipe off tear,

Cheer let me supply by allaying fear,

Dear souls, worry not I am here,

Extra work, let me hopefully provide,

Without feeling in any way sorry,

My bliss, let me shrewdly divide,

And give to all to equally carry,

Love and mercy, let me not hide,

As to soul, they are necessary!

M V Venkataraman

 

 

 

  • Author: mvvenkataraman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2022 09:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • hzugman

    These kind thoughts are echoes back to the sender. Is there perhaps a little TM in the blender?



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