Treasure Island

Deepak Calyampoondi


Rarest of things, often small in number,
like Gold, Diamond, precious things, remember.
People, attracted towards it only for pleasure,
with greed for material, is beyond one's measure.

Amassing wealth beyond one's need,
Often grows that ego from the Devil's seed,
and that tree bears the fruits of sorrow,
once eaten your thoughts for good deeds do narrow.

Often People flock around you just for your money,
away they will go their way, when they find you don't have any,
The real wealth comes from the happiness you share,
from service to mankind, you'll find people who care.

Put all that abundance into good, noble deed,
soon you'll find peace, and thus departs your greed.
you will take a position of a happiness giver,
because you will be elevated in the minds of people forever.

Submitted: Friday, November 04, 2011
Edited: Saturday, November 05, 2011

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  • Kristen Brown (11/8/2011 3:22:00 PM)

    It feels as though your referring to overcoming the sin 'Greed'. Yes there are shallow and vain people in the world.
    They hang around for status. Some people realize that being happy with yourself for who you are is enough. :) (Report) Reply

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