falls from the sky,
retaining its individuality
in streams, rivulets and rivers,
reaches the ocean, source of birth and existence.
Ocean awaits anxiously its arrival, embraces.
it is quenching the thirst of the vast ocean
whose each wave begs and cries:
"I am thirsty-quench my thirst.
My bowl is empty -fill it up."
with its concealed ego of 'do good' feeling
I shall quench thy thirst;
I shall fill thy bowl."
The eternal-beggar man acts an Ever-Bestower!
THE ETERNAL-BESTOWER PLAYS AN EVER-BEGGAR!