Mornings bloom of blissful light,
Shines upon the eyes who see,
Blind without the will of sight,
Of all the love and memory.
Gift the poor who die in dirt,
And walk with painless longing hurt.
Share the food, share the joy,
To every person here employed.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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A most beautiful poem of rhy8me well crafted and such a pleasure to read. Nicely done my friend and a fave
So beautiful, your poem revolves around compassion, charity, and the importance of kindness in human interactions. The poet emphasizes the significance of recognizing and alleviating the suffering of others, particularly those who are marginalized or impoverished. It calls for a collective responsibility to share joy and resources with those in need, highlighting the interconnectedness of humanity.
Thanks agsin for your interpretation. 🙂
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