The Measure Of Wealth Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

The beggar's bowl is seldom bare,
The monarch's heart still seeks its share.
For want is not a thing of gold,
But a hunger hidden in the soul.

We chase horizons, far and wide,
While blessings quietly walk beside.
The morning sun, the gentle rain,
The strength to rise and dream again.

No crown can purchase inner peace,
No treasure makes desire cease.
Yet gratitude, so pure and bright,
Can turn the darkest hour to light.

Count not the stars beyond your sight,
But cherish those that bless your night.
The richest hearts are not those filled,
But those by thankfulness are stilled.

So treasure what this day has brought,
More precious than the wealth you've sought.
For joy is born when we can see
That enough is life's true luxury.