It Hurts Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I have danced enough
Have sung songs of love many
I have gone though utmost joy
And earned enough money

I have lived like a king
With all my wishes fulfilled
I have success all the way
I got in life whatever I willed

I have houses big and neat
I have many servants to serve
I was fed best of foods and
I walked the town full of verve

I am rich enough to give away
My wealth to poor and hungry
I am the most revered person
And powerful in my poor country

But I am sad for a reason
And that always hurts my pride
After my death I can't keep
This glory with me by my side