Aching Heart - A Wealth - Poem by Vidi Writes
Not being loved
Other hand, Love betrays.
Disgust for lust
Not being cared
Other hand, Care spoiled game.
Fury for callous
Not enough to spend
Other hand, Money buys atrocity.
Terror of hunger
Not being healthy
Other hand, strong hits to wall.
Agony of sick
Not being a winner
Other hand, winner loses composure.
Jealousy of looser
Pains are thrillers of Heart
Makes one rich in inner Art.
Tales they reveal are lessons in Life.
Wealth of all, Aching Heart.
Whether poetry or prose
Prominent is pain.
Take the best out of it,
Else, you will loose the wealth.
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