Born Poor

Born poor

 

He was born poor

Brought up by neighbors

Whole life he labored

But not a second happily snored

 

He struggled

And led

A Miserable life

Like on sharp edge of life

 

He did not complain

But maintained

Sanctity of the mission

He was never in confusion

 

Poverty was no curse

But hard life of course

He struggled for to square meals

People lied to him and showed moon unreal

 

He was not misled

But believed

Life was not kind to him

So he expected nothing from Him

 

Life approached

As he reached period an autumn

The leaf was to fall down on earth

 

The sound sleep was waiting for him in form of death