It was an award
for the great action
It was a reward
for the efforts.
For him awards and rewards
are nothing great .
Very ordinary and simple affords
not a thing to state.
Going about his way
helping the poor
looking out for the needy
giving ever.
He earned a lot
spent little
gave away a lot
for no title.
He remained unknown
away from the crowd
took it as a borne
feeling never proud.
He died one day
There was a big gathering
Each one praised him all day
It was amazing.
He had told none
about his activities
Everyone was stunned
to hear about his diversities.
Sleeps there the man
who was always quiet
but had earned lot of fans
seen on his last day right.
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