Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you all a story
That is emotional and tragic, in spite of being gory
It is the sad story of a young girl, free-spirited and bubbly
Who lived with her mother in a small hut in the surreal valley
While the girl lived her life without caring for the past
Her mother, a stout lady of seventy, was a complete contrast
She was weathered in the tough arts of life and hard work
And always told her daughter, her responsibilities never to shirk
These words of wisdom from her mother
Were the only ones that made the girl bother
About her rudderless life, otherwise she was gay
And played around with friends and animals all day
But in spite of all this, sometimes she felt a gaping hole
In her heart, and longed for somebody, to call her own
She dreamt every now and then, of the rich Prince Charming
Who would treat her like a queen, and gift her a wedding ring
One wet day, as she looked outside through the window-pane
A young man appeared, tall, handsome and wet from the rain
He was rich, or so it seemed from his attire
She gladly allowed him, for the night, to retire
The girl and the stranger hit it off with each other
They met one day, then another, and another
Gradually, they fell in love and one day, he proposed
Marital union to her, which she never opposed
They got married in the huge, spacious palatial environs
Of his home in the city, with its huge pillars and columns
His family had seen her, and already taken a liking to her
Into their home, now her, they wasted no opportunity to usher
The first few days of married life went off like a breeze
Sometimes, he would kiss her forehead, and give her a squeeze
He gave her all the material comforts that she could wish for
And she enjoyed them, sitting in her new home with the lavish décor
But the newly-married wife soon tired of this life and understood
That her husband was also a hard-nosed businessman and often rude
Very often, he would go abroad on numerous business trips
And to tie him down with love, she faced many hardships
She would sniff, she would cry, she would wail
But all of her sufferings would, in comparison, pale
To the realization that she had tried enjoying riches like a dove
But in the process, she had become the world’s biggest loser in love
She longed for him to come back, spend some time with her
But this growing marital disenchantment, he could not decipher
Gradually, happiness and affection pushed her aside
Feeling unloved, one day she drank poison and committed suicide
I sincerely hope all of you have tried to grasp
What I have tried to say, that it is easy to clasp
Fame and fortune, but it is a momentary thing
For, in life’s stakes, money cannot buy everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ja man you can buy everything but you cannot buy affection. nice work keep it high