The Truth
The Truth
His house was sophisticated
With all amenities that ease life.
Music was played at voice
And temperature self regulated.
Money was like water to him
And nothing was impossible for him.
Others were mere dust of his foot
Because he thought the whole world is under his foot.
Nothing was worth for him
But for his ego prime
That he refused to don humility
That crowned life joyously.
He never knew what peace is
Because the fear of steals
Kept flashing in his mind
Till the time he was up at night mid.
But the poor on the street
Whom he humiliated most
Slept well even though empty stomach
And a torn blanket to pull over much.
This is because they are content in less
And enjoy every moment that brings happiness.