Philanthropy is a word,That makes a bard ,
Sing its praise on board,
In a rhythmic record
Philanthropy is a connotation,
That points to a deliberation,
Of grand distribution,
Of wealth and participation.
Philanthropy is plain 
give,
It is a pretty live,
Of cheer and festive,
Translating an act extensive.
Give needs no advertising,
It is a voluntary inkling,
That occurs without thinking,
As an instinct initiating.
It seems so simple and easy
It looks so light and ordinary,
It happens in speed and regularity,
It is an age-old quality.
Now it has acquired a billionaire’s status,
As it is dressed up in eye-catching gorgeous
Made gigantic and big by pompous,
But the little thought still remains gracious.
Meenas Poems 