Poor Look Upwards Poem by me poet yeps poet

Exsholient slippers
and
that too are red
which all rich only wear..

Once I had a poor servant
from the very far East
he could not afford
any even torn slippers

there were only holes
in his soles
and
from that day I came to know

we are all singularly
sole

what a soul! ! ! !
was he
poor
poverty stricken
God's chosen
from a far off land
to serve the sole
Poet Me
then unknown
not a poet
but an upcoming
GAUTAMA Buddha

Who studied
God animal and man
and
found a commonality

Do you want me
to narrate it!