A little grain of gold
I had gone a - begging from door to door
In the village path when they golden
Chariot appeared in the distance like Gorgeous
Dream and l wondered who was
THIS KING OF ALL KINGS
my hope rose high and me thought my evil days
Were at an end and I stood waiting
For alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust
Ah, what a kingly jest was to open thy palm
To beggar to beg I was confused and stood undecideds
Then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little
Grain of corn and gave it to theee !
I had had the heart to given the my all .........
Miss Lipsa
09-Oct-2021 08:41 PM
Nice
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Swati chourasia
08-Oct-2021 08:20 PM
Nice
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Angela
07-Oct-2021 02:31 PM
Beautiful✨
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