Rich Gatherer Poem by bakuli bhakali

He knew not
How far can he walk?
With this
Sensuous body
And an empty soul
With his
Sullen Array
And
Growing grief
No matter how hard he work
How much riches he gathers
He’s destined to die!
And,
Leave these dorms,
His beloved belongings!
His proud possessions!
His lifelong savings!
His treasures!
For a 3-foot by 9-foot and 4-foot by 10-foot accommodation
Or even less than that!
He knew not
The moments he loved will be the moments to cherish
Once he’s gone.
He knew not
The life he lives now will be the life perceived by others.
He knew not
In his pursuit of penny
He breathed too little to remember
Oh! Poor rich gatherer! !
He had just mouth full of smoke
And a handful of dust.
Walked on the sands
And spoiled the soil.