As I Observe
As I Observe
Observed I closely to the life
Sitting at the corner of a busy street
San materials I once possessed
Beggar as I am addressed
I was once very adamant
Full of pride for the wealth
That I had amassed
I lived a life of king’s size
Merrily in my grandeur palace
With a family so loving and dear
Never cared to spend on charity
Perhaps my heart was devoid of
Purity, kindness, and mercy
For the poor of destitute
I lost everyone in Earth’s tremor
The only survivor of that tragedy I was
There was nothing to bemoan
I realized I got punished
For my heart full of filth
Looking at the four-wheelers
Queued up and honking continuously
All are in a rat-race which they
Are not realising at all
My life now rests on the hope
The hope of being accepted,
Cared, fed and loved.