Krishna and Sudama
were classmates
One became king
One remained a poor Brahmin
whose wife said to him
Go to your friend, the king

What shall I take
Here this beaten grain
mixed with sand
is all we have

Sudama aged by life
but not beaten
went to his childhood friend
with an old man's face
Recognised by his gait

Krishna embraced him
I need something from you
-- This beaten grain?
Yes, I'm hungry
Said the Lord and ate hungrily
of his devotee

Sudama's eyes filled with tears
And his hovel a mansion appeared
He'd never left home
only invited a Friend into his heart.

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