Who cares for the lonely soul
Walking in the scorching sun
Who cares whether he's eaten or not
Who thinks of his age and caste
When he has no money to show
Who wants him to be theirs to care
There was once a country who created Guest as God
There was once a people who would feed the passerby
Who was that crying baby
Who is this father lonely
Why is this mother crying so bitterly
Who wants your books and knowledge
What for your health and lustre
When not a poor soul you serve
This was once a spiritual abode for us all
This was once the richest place for our souls..
Walking in the scorching sun
Who cares whether he's eaten or not
Who thinks of his age and caste
When he has no money to show
Who wants him to be theirs to care
There was once a country who created Guest as God
There was once a people who would feed the passerby
Who was that crying baby
Who is this father lonely
Why is this mother crying so bitterly
Who wants your books and knowledge
What for your health and lustre
When not a poor soul you serve
This was once a spiritual abode for us all
This was once the richest place for our souls..
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