My
dear Akshaya Patra where are you?
A
vessel containing tasty variety of food
Replenishing
itself to give away to the poor and hungry
Many
times over,over and over again
As
stated to be in the ancient times
Come
to me or let me find you
To
feed the poor, hungry malnourished billions
To
let them eat to their heart’s content
Giving
them back the smiles long forgotten by them
Bringing
a big smile on me too
I
am not willing to dismiss your existence
As
fictitious, imaginary ware cooked up in
ancient texts
There
is something for the underlings to lay hopes on
To
seek redressal, to remedy their material sickness
So
I believe in searching for you, find, lay hands on you
That
would be the day of my life
In
my noble sincere wishes, attempts
To
feed the malnourished billions
Eradicate
poverty from the face of the Earth
The
zeal for the cause itself turning an Akshaya patra!
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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