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O prince among men
Standing tall,
So full of your magnificence
Good fortune all,
That with subtle arrogance
Are moved to pity
Yonder beggar’s
Karmic consequence and fall
From grace,
As she sits with palm extended
And pleading face;
But be not so sure
That she is not
Your very peer from another plane
A Guru seeking answers
In material disgrace.
So as you slip a coin,
Cast down your haughty gaze
Abjure all blame
With humility and shame,
Let the charity return
In a boomerang
To your own elevated place,
As nothing more
Than a kindness to yourself.
For the Goddess in legend
Is known to rest
At the portal of kings
In a miserable garb disguised
To test their arrogance
And when turned away,
Withdraw her grace.
Search for The Soul - Indrajit Rathore 
So very true and so very beautiful Indrajit. To have no notions of better than or worse than ……. we could use a lot more charity in our world.
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thanks Rachael – indeed, so often our charity is warped with ego and judgement – the best charity is of being non- judgemental – which then becomes both charity for ourselves and those less fortunate.
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Very nice papa! A good reminder that we are blessed and should be thankful. Thank you thank you thank you!
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learning your lessons well – but the poem is less about thankyou and more about no presumptuous and arrogant superior feelings of charity where we in comfortable circumstances patronize and get judgemental about those who are unfortunate ( like – must have been something he did in his last life to be so miserable) – thanks though for the visit – love to you all.
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Very nice indeed. Yes give with humility.
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