When you get all the money in the world
You'll find your life is nothing
Without the one you loved
You will be crying, madly laughing,
But it won't change the fact
That you are a lonely wack.
The sun will shine above your head
And hands will hold a lot of money
But you will feel so truly bad
Without your sweetheart honey.
The Greed became your only friend,
You're blinded by the Pride,
And you got lost in your own land
The darkness is your bride
You sold your soul too many times,
Prefered a brilliant cage to freedom
Your little children are your crimes,
You never learn some wisdom
So close your eyes, remember days
With battered dollar power
When you had love, respect, embrace
From tender, precious flower
She still believes in you, Oh Man!
And prays for your well-being,
But you will never get again
That sweetest, priceless feeling.
A very true portray of what exactly is the bifid facets of this insolent world. It is one of the natures of humaoid age that when one earns somethings, proudness ingrains in ones blood leading to several catastrophic changes in life if one fails to perceive ones originality. So we have to peep through the other facet too which is of poverty so that we wont have coverage of blind pelts of riches.........a thought provoking poem.....10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are superbly poetic in the expression of your sincere feelings. I love the way you convey them. We are really sold out to 'a sordid boon'. CP