Does Wealth Appeal To You? Poem by Ayni Poet

The platinum ball arrives in the court,
But you're too shy to hit it.

Crickets are delighted to massage one's hearing every night,
But you're asleep to their kindness.

Arms of Love take you in long quiet hugs,
But you're immune to their epidermis.

A bed of sunflowers bows before your feet,
But you turn the head and look away.

Your body receives millions of breaths
And strolling in the Zen gardens is free,
Life has paved your sight
With a universe of pampering gifts,
Don't you feel so rich?