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A few days ago on Shivratri I went to the temple to perform an aarti People were holding packets of milk Baskets of fruits were covered with silk As we entered the temple There I saw callousness in ample People were pouring milk on the Shivalingam With a sound of a huge bell The whole place did ring The`A0precious liquid that is hard for some to get and even see In the temple, it had turned into a white sea Milk was flowing everywhere But its utilisation was no where I was wondering on this day But I couldn’t say The poor don’t get milk to drink And here it was going into the sink At times, some don’t even get all three meals But we don’t care how they feel I had to kept a fast But I decided at last To give the milk and fruits to our maid So that at least her children could have their fill Without worrying about the bill This made me happy and gay As I had done a good deed on this divine day Arshiya Dhir, XI,
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