Saakhi

 A Mahatma was sitting at a place, nearby
A cart passed by carrying a sack of wheat
Fell down and burst, out of the wheat
The grains fell. Mahatma is sitting and watching
A crow came and took the food from his stomach.
Accordingly, he ate some grains and flew away.
After some time a cow also came
ate her fill and left, later a
The man came with that sack on his back.
Picked it up and took it to his home.
It is a matter of concern to those animals and birds that
I understood that the owner who gave them
He has sent them here and gives them a full stomach every day.
But why should humans care about this small thing?
I don't understand, we spend day and night only
They are busy in earning money but Maya is the only thing.
Our hunger never ends
Why don't we trust that boss?
"Simran Bina Naga Bhajan ji"