Misery Poem by Salman Javid

Ask some pitiable,
And he will tell:
For the joys of life,
Don’t come with money alone,

Ask a wise man,
And he will tell:
How many affluent had withered?
And why, they did so;

For some,
Misery is like a ghost,
Chasing wherever they go,
A shadow overwhelming their souls;

Misery like enemies,
Only knows how to accumulate,
It’s unlike friends,
Who only come and go;

The beauty of misery,
Lies in its indiscriminate ways,
It affects, whether someone is:
Wise or fool, meticulous or cool;

Once it comes,
It seldom goes,
And remains steadfast,
Like an honest associate!