Duty demands nothing in turn;
How can the world recompense rain?
All the wealth that toils give
Is meant to serve those who deserve
In heaven and earth 'tis hard to find
A greater good than being kind.
He lives who knows befitting act
Others are deemed as dead in fact.
The wealth that wise and kind do make
Is like water that fills a lake
Who plenty gets and plenty gives
Is like town-tree teeming with fruits.
The wealth of a wide-hearted soul
Is a herbal tree that heals all.
Though seers may fall on evil days
Their sense of duty never strays.
The good man's poverty and grief
Is want of means to give relief.
By good if ruin comes across
Sell yourself to save that loss.
DUTY TO SOCIETY
