The canopy of a tent

That bequeaths a wholesome supper

To throngs that litter the streets

In the festive Vesak spirit

Where in the symbolism of a meal

Rests the the gratuity of deed – free of condition or clause

Yet beneath the same praiseworthy act

Lies a pollution in soul’s currency

Of what the inner sanctum collects

To fill her tills of merit

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