a poem by Christuraj Alex

Heeding the cries of the poor and needy,
Feeding all when I have nothing plenty;
Kneading evil-doers who are weedy,
Pleading to the Almighty for bounty.

Greed, the great vice, be purged out of myself,
Freed from this life of bondage so tiresome;
Reed-like may Spirit flow on giving joys.
Creed should not my existence overcome…

(Lento – 8 Lines Poetry)