True Wealth Is Wonders Of World Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

It brightened has my long-blocked blinkered eyes,
He, you thought of as poor, richer do I find,
My pilgrimage has made me richly wise,
A virtual heritage from him I've mined.
Wealth's too weak I think to make one happy—
We have one dog; many roam at his door,
A puny pond our swim pool seems to me,
The stream he bathes, ah what a vast shore,
Our estate, lit with artificial light
Barely illumines all our confined place,
But that boy's farm, what a star-spangled sight,
Unlike mine, open skies that boys' dreams grace.
One, amidst Nature's wealth to me is rich,
He's poor that must for man-made riches reach.
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Once, a rich father took his son to see poverty of the world so that he realises how truly rich and fortunate they were. They went to a nearby village, lived in a small hut of a poor boy, ate dry bread without butter, and slept under open skies. On returning home next day, the father asked an obvious question, but his son had a surprise in store for him.
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Sonnets | 08.08.13 |