I started putting up these poems in June 2018. My sister Mona suggested that I should complete 365 days of these. I have only a little more than 30 to put up to complete this challenge, which looked so daunting in the beginning.
Though I shall never run out of subjects, I wanted to devote the last 30 days or so to suggestions about subjects from friends.
I have obtained many suggestions. I may not write poems on all since some of these have already been written.
Let me start with the first one. Thank you Sumedha Nair for suggesting it. I hope I have met your expectation:
I accepted it, God, when you made me poor,
But kept me rich in heart and thought.
I shudder to think if you’d given me grandeur,
But had brought my imagination to nought.
A poor man today can be rich tomorrow,
But poor in thought can only lead to sorrow.
Most of the pain that a man goes through,
Is actually the result of his thought.
He starts believing that it is sadly true,
That God had dealt him the poorest lot.
Blaming God and himself makes it worse,
He lives his life with a self – imposed curse.
Thought makes a man see a glass half full,
Whilst another focuses on its empty space.
The latter on his own eyes pulls the wool,
The former always keeps a hopeful face.
Poverty in thought is the worst fate,
Nothing for you is ever adequate.
As long as you are rich in imagination,
Don’t worry about having less than the rest;
You have no cause for even the slightest desolation,
Since you are rich and truly blessed.
You can reach where no one’s been,
Not even the richest king or queen.
