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Sasmita Jena

Abstract Inspirational

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Sasmita Jena

Abstract Inspirational

The Only Wealth

The Only Wealth

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Love once felt simple, gentle and bright,
A soft little word that felt warm and right.
A child could hold it without any fear,
Certain that comfort was always near.

Home meant laughter, meals on time,
Bedtime stories in rhythm and rhyme.
Lights went off and dreams took flight—
Back then, love felt clear as light.

But years moved on, as years will do,
And the world revealed a different view.
Love learned numbers, status, and gold,
And suddenly hearts felt distant and cold.

Respect arrives with a polished tone,
Praise may visit when success is shown.
Help may knock when storms appear,
Yet love itself feels strangely rare.

I’ve learned a truth both deep and wise—
Love doesn’t live in grand disguise.
It grows in the way we softly speak
To the fragile heart we hide and keep.

These days life feels paused in place,
A silent pause in a hurried race.
I search for work, for a steady ground,
For the day my confidence comes around.

When my parents visit, they seldom stay,
Like clouds that drift and fade away.
I never ask for wealth or gain,
Just quiet company to ease my pain.

I share my worries, hoping they’ll see
The storm that quietly lives in me.
But words escape and travel afar,
Echoing louder than they are.

I know what it means to stand unsure,
To feel less strong, less safe, less secure.
When earning stops, the world can decide
Who gets a voice and who must hide.

Yet one small truth still shines above—
Every heart deserves real love.
No conditions, no silent test,
Just open arms and a place to rest.

Right now love feels the greatest treasure,
More than success, more than measure.
The wealth I seek, both pure and true,
Is simply a heart that understands you.

But this is not where hope will end,
It’s where new beginnings slowly bend.
I’ll build my path, my dreams, my way,
And watch new sunlight fill my day.

I’ll grow a life where kindness stays,
Where warmth shines bright in quiet ways.
Where bonds are real and hearts feel free,
Like rivers flowing to the sea.

For love should never be a prize,
Awarded only to the strong and wise.
It should feel like home, warm and true—
A place that welcomes me and you.


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