The Poor Rich Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Speak not or less if you like
But live not less, keep your heart
Always overflowed with life

Life is not miser, it doesn't hide
It's all displayed and open,
It is up to you
How much you can collect
And grow crossing all your limit

We are born to richness of life
But with a begging pot in hand
And satisfied with a penny
Have failed to reach that end

Hold not somuch to rich to hoard
To reach your satisfaction,
For satisfaction is death
Keep it ever flowing
And remain alway a poor rich
To collect more from life

Keep the door always opened
For others to take from you
To help you to collect more
To fill the vacancy of your house