A CHAPTER OF HAPPINESS
Oh poor me, spend all my life,
brooding over the materialistic things.
And today when I have everything,
I think I am poorest of all.
The way today I feel, I never felt,
till one day I had an accident.
My car smashed, I don't remember the rest,
tables turned when I came back sense.
I was lying on a bed covered with dirt,
unable to bear bad smell I got up
But badly wounded I could not move,
I question myself, "am I in the hell ?"
Suddenly a woman appeared badly dressed,
she applied Balm on my wounded leg.
She narrated the incident of how I was hit,
and how the people brought Me Back To Life.
They were poor people, with pockets all empty
but the Smiles they had, cannot be brought with money
I don't call them poor, they had hearts of gold,
they did not cared for money, but brotherhood.
Bliss did I found and found eternal ecstasy,
the day spend their, taught me real happiness
The incident of my life when I relized,
those empty pockets are richest and me poorest of all...!
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