I Gain Poem by ritu gangele

It is me who lives,
outside my attire,
it is nothing which goes,
goes inside my soul,
one day we float,
float above our attire,
and all that we percieve
our soul which got NOTHING.
we are blessed, blessed by qualities from bliss,
but we, its we who dont change,
and add to our next living.
i make it hard,
i ruin it each day,
it is me who does,
and i who blame thee,
it is me who dies outside my attire,
it is nothing i gained,
gained inside my soul,
he asks me for gains,
i find no penny to give,
and so i hang, hang in the same soul,
with no next living,
no next living for my soul.....