“Only real souls are able to absorb the wealth” legend says
Rest are tempted to blind themselves at each breath
They will go on showing it to the public face
As if rest are poor or penniless
Women, wine and wealth
All are instrumental in deterioration of health
When wealth comes in abundance or is graced
Such problems do occur and are always faced
You may remember gold smith in happy days
You may spend as much as possible in hay days
You will not take note of almighty the creator
You will even forget the existence of mentor
When dawn fall does take place
You tend to remember all faces
The god and faith comes in mind definitely
You go for help and plead for mercy
The powerful arrogance disappears
When trouble takes over and threatens
You are put in pitiful condition
And find no ways for honorable solution
Such is human mind with monkey’s mentality
It will have all the ideas with fancy
With wealth power you are blinded
And as penniless you are helplessly sounded
“Only real souls are able to absorb the wealth” legend says Rest are tempted to blind themselves at each breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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