The poor riches
Driving on a highway,zipping past the milestones,
listening to music, signing my heart out.
It had been long, I drove without my dear ones,
with gay abondan, I wanted to shout.
There I saw an old man, frail and weak,
trying hard to stand, but failing miserably.
He was without food and shelter for days maybe week,
yet there was a glow in him that shone affectionately.
I stopped my car, which came to a screaching halt,
but the speed had taken me a little far.
As I started to walk back, I was in for a jolt,
the face was heidous with a deep dark scar.
Repulsed and stunned, stood my ground,
confused and confounded unable to make my turn.
My mind said leave every thing and run without a sound,
heart cried and let out a soft churn.
Gathered my wits and pulled all courage,
listened to my human side and walked again.
Calmed my mind with little knowledge,
tried to reach out and listen to his pain.
I handed a little packet of food,
nothing much a pack of biscuits to munch.
He devoured with glee, made himself good,
then looked at me with a hard hitting punch.
Once satiated, I asked him who he was,
why was he alone and what was he doing.
He drew a long breath and spoke with a pause,
and started his story of his earlier being.
He was once a wealthy man living with family,
servants and people at his beckoning.
Earned his lively hood handsomely,
with all his graneries burgeoning.
He became vain and egoistic,
as he thought there was none above him.
Life had plans to make him realistic,
to show things dont go as his whim.
Tragedy struck him when he least expected,
there was looting and rioting in his kingdom.
He lost everything he had earned,
even lost his family and fiefdom.
From rags to riches he had risen,
to see everything turn into dust.
Time spares none, nothing escapes its vision,
even the might fall and go bust.
Gold, money, mansion and all,
doesnt make you a great lord.
Compassion and love are the strongest wall,
which makes for a lovely chord.
I walked back with this wisdom,
that life is short and priceless.
We run behind glory and care seldom,
for our dear ones and loose everything in the crisis.
