Heart


Broad mindedness is the
yardstick of one’s wisdom

Broad minded is always a giver
His ambition is the welfare of the needy

His aim in Life is
upliftment of poor

Needy first
self later is
his motto

small mindedness
is the hallmark of
stingy

He first
He only last
and no body else
is his thinking

Stinginess is his birth right
snubbing others is his forte

Others’ poverty
is his prosperity

Others’ pain
is his gain

Never helps others
but find opportunity to
seek help from others

if at all he lends money
he recovers ten fold of it

when wise die thousands weep for him
When stingy dies thousands curse him

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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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