The best man is one who bear the mild yoke happily.
The rich lead a lavish life,
enjoying all the winds,
fill their palaces with riches,
extracted from the poor,
who sweat in scorching sun
with rains all over them.
The poor move with a shake
with rich gifts of their labour.
They expect a turn around.
So they go miles and miles,
uncaring about rough weather,
its partial treatment and nature.
Joys are followed by sorrows.
And sorrows come after joys.
Their movement one after other
make life complete in true sense
But the best person living is one
who strives without complaints.
Poetry by Dr.Mosam Sinha
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Written on 2010-05-20 at 10:51
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The Best Man
The Best ManThe rich lead a lavish life,
enjoying all the winds,
fill their palaces with riches,
extracted from the poor,
who sweat in scorching sun
with rains all over them.
The poor move with a shake
with rich gifts of their labour.
They expect a turn around.
So they go miles and miles,
uncaring about rough weather,
its partial treatment and nature.
Joys are followed by sorrows.
And sorrows come after joys.
Their movement one after other
make life complete in true sense
But the best person living is one
who strives without complaints.
Poetry by Dr.Mosam Sinha
Read 650 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-05-20 at 10:51
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