Introspection short poem

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When we are Hungry
our stomach cries for food
and we grab the food to eat
When Beggar is hungry
He begs for food
but we snub him out
to satisfy our hungry stomach

When our stomach is full
we waste the extra food
the beggar saves the extra food
for his next meal

When beggar is hungry
and our stomach is full
we may show sympathy
and offer him food

Are we really generous
or pretend to be generous ?
Because we offer food to the beggar
only when we are not so hungry
while we snub the beggar out
when we are hungry

Generosity is when one gives
alms sacrificing ones own needs
hypocrisy is when one pretends to
be generous to boost ones own image

Humanity scores when the needy
is given priority over one own self

Introspecting , one is sure to differentiate
between Generosity and hypocrisy

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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