Only This Man

In whole of the universe is only this man,

Who run after money for hunger & pain.

 

Looking for house or yearning for cash,

Neither such animal nor bird I trace.

 

Under depression with gloomy face,

Indigence in plenty are human traits.

 

Enough have shelter & enough have wool,

But man never die with his stomach full.

 

For Quenching her thirst near a Bank,

Bird never worried preparing a tank.

 

Deprived of shelter, and wanting in bread,

Never with empty gut, found animal dead.