Price of your services
For every thing we do, you pay
Even we pray, for that too, you pay
You do every thing, give every thing
But I have nothing mine, that I can pay
O God!
You become happy, if just we praise
You accept, merely attention we pay -
As cost of every thing that you give
Guarantee joy too and restful live
O God!
Your given things are captured by men
They command price, from wanting everyone,
For cleaning arteries take thousands dollars.
You clean souls too, for simply we remember
O God!
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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