Who Is Rich ? Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

The sky stands for all human beings
The sun, the moon and the star shine
Clouds come, winds whistle for all
Frost for all is cold, morning fine.

Earth is humble for master and slave
Like a kind mother it fosters all children
Some cruel, some kind , each kind
Whether they live or not like brethren.

Death is common for the high and the low
Physical torture are to be tolerated
Fire or soil welcomes all men's bodies
Social differences must not be created.

Health is wealth, honour is property
Good deeds are the real estates, dear
Pride hath a fall, humbleness is rewarded
Solace is the treasure without fear.

In this regard the humble are the rich
The wealthy suffer from some vices
They are poor who are not contented
They are sold at so cheap prices.