Few And Many (Iambic Tetra Meter) Poem by Sathya Narayana

A few are born with golden spoons.
They love to live the life to full.
Many, but spilled out of spittoons,
who wish to die today, doleful

The few know not the many; nor
they try to lend a kindest ear
to their grim cry; nor see their scars
still bleeding years after the tear.

They have a name and fame to cheer.
A castle huge on mountain top
to view the bright morrow so clear
and sip nectar of life, non-stop.

They can afford high ambitions;
record memoirs and travelogues;
They play wise pranks and weave a yarn.
They bring new trends and styles to vogue.

Many a reason have, the few
to live; but everything askew
for those many to live. They live
to die and die when fail to live.