C. P. Sharma - Great God! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

In the poorest of the poor I live,
In their miseries I do peeve;
With them without meals I sleep,
Their company in all modes I keep.

Company of tiller on the field I kept,
With them on work I have sweat;
In winter nights I share their shiver,
No roof overhead, no clothes to cover.

The rich ever ask me for more gold,
But I have never been to their fold;
All dainty dishes to them forbidden,
At last they lead the life bed-ridden.

Take it true, I ever live in your heart,
Captive in their temple, over-smart! ! !

C. P. Sharma

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