Open Up Hands

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I was delighted As inner lamps lighted Some new thoughts emerged Why should I not free self from cage? So far I was concerned For tables to be turned In favor and swing There was no other song to sing I prayed for well being To have all comforts as human being Never thought of poor and down trodden That idea never struck even I could hear screams They were striking in form of beams I could hear sobbing voice of pain It was striking ear drums and remained I thought for a while And decided to open other file No more activity for self in future Before life could end its tenure I do not know how it appeared But I was suddenly feared Yes life is not to be spent for well being alone There is something more to be done We owe many things for our brethren Who live with hardship and need something to be done They are not asking any favor Yet it is our privilege and honor to offer Open up hands do donate Liberally and freely to date Hear their woes and sympathize with struggle Guide them in whichever way it is possible

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