In the realm of deeds, where kindness is sown,
A tale unfolds, in shadows unknown.
Charity begins at the hearth, they proclaim,
Yet some cast shadows, veiling their name.
In public gaze, a benevolent display,
Gifts to strangers, in the light of day.
Yet behind closed doors, a different scene,
Neglect and suffering, in kinship keen.
Parents, siblings, their silent plea,
Echoes in the void, a familial decree.
For love divine, in our essence lies,
Reflect in actions, not just in eyes.
God is love, the mirror of our soul,
Let not hypocrisy take its toll.
Strangers fed, yet hunger at home,
True charity, from your roots should roam.
So, let your kindness ripple and spread,
A reflection of love, not just widespread.
In the sacred bonds, let compassion bloom,
For charity's home is where love finds room.
©mercyada
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