Never Waste It.

Grandma told me a story The story of a philosopher The philosopher as a sage Ever loved by the people Ever he loved the people He showed the path of good deed He liked the humans all Where he discriminated none Still he was a poor man Found his bread by his manual job The job of a weaver he opted And tried his best for a living Every noon there was gruel And a spoon ready for his gruel Nearby a small tumbler he kept Half full of water and a needle Whenever the gruel falls in earth He took it over by the needle in care And washed in the water kept And ate in such care of food Someone asked what he was doing He told its meaning and concern of poor This small rice is enough to save A hungry man somewhere in hunger And nearing death in starvation Never waste the food or eat aplenty More than you require and try the best A great story I heard from my grandma The great sage having great fame And his name everywhere in texts A moral lies in the story to study Food is precious, never, never waste it.