What a life is it?
When we are committed,
with work and tasks
we have no time,
but, have the drive.
When the age is catching up,
and already fulfilled our duties,
we have lot of time,
but, have no drive.
When we are hungry,
the stomach rumbles.
when we have no penny,
it make us to tremble.
When we have money,
we may not have appetite,
what is the use of having money,
when the sickness is incurable?
When we are poor,
we feel the poverty,
we behave as human and
and live as human
When we are rich,
we fail to see the suffering,
we like to save much,
selfishness embraces the earthlings.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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