Poverty

I once went to one of the temples,

Near my house to have a look,

On the outer world to read that open book,

Abruptly I saw a pauper wearing bangles,

My feet took me to him,

And unknowingly I asked him his doing,

He said he follows God, he is growing,

Artful bangle was an irony to his merry dim,

I said speak to me of poverty,

He started opening his bangle,

It was given by a small cute angel,

He didn't ask for that it was her liberty,

And he showed me a gold-laden man,

Full of resources and money all around,

With his wealth and abundance, he was crowned,

He was asked a paisa and as rocket he ran,

Then he stated.....

Poverty is not a thing of physics,

It is a state of mind,

Some blind help their friends and some buildup man pretends to be blind,

He also added.....

Poverty is not a thing to be counted,

It is a state of head, 

Some jocks be happiest on 2nd place and some in jealousy be mad,

He again said.....

Poverty is not, not having capital,

It is a reflection of your poor heart,

Some people can't separate even from Their pet and some from whole world are apart,

He at last added.....

Poverty is not being me,

It is how happy are you an adapter,

Some are there who have always a lust and some be happy in a cipher,

I got my answer really well explained,

Poverty is not what we see it,

It is how loosely your heart and Condition are knit,

After that day I never saw me poor neither I ever complained.