Once i was walking on a road
I saw a person with some load
All his clothes were torn
With poverty he was born
I remembered the rado watch for which i cried
For the different brands for which i died
He walked happily barefoot on the burning street
Whereas i got depressed with no branded shoes in my feet
For him one day meal was a feast
A minute without food turns me into a beast
He run errands day and night to earn 100 bucks
But i spent the same on starbucks Many kilometres he walked to find a work
But dimmunitive for me , was a job of clerk
But inspite what he was deprived of
He lived his life an edge off
He was happy for what he had
neglectance of my wishes made me sad
I realized how poor i actually was
Getting depressed without a cause
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