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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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~ Mr.Rich, Mr.Poor & Mr.Poet ~ < !signature-->~ Many a Monetary Thought ~ ----------------------------------- Mr. Rich, glee-filled, with money, Owns his share of sweetened honey, After years of having been a bee, Felt fate had gifted a small fee. Sacrifices, he had made plentifully, Struggling with time and his family, Waiting for results so very patiently, Felt amply rewarded for his tenacity. For the poor though, he feels no pity, Knowing well, he couldn't annul poverty, Cares little for charity, saves each titbit, Of material pomp, money stinks; gives a fit. ~~~ Mr. Poor, a crestfallen, sad being, Blames the rich man for everything, For his grief, his misery, his sorrow, His pains, his torment, his life's woe. To him, Money is a heinous crime, Believing it to be Evil's dark root, Pockets empty without even a single dime, He's gained nothing as labour's fruit. Money, he feels, is a curse - Devil's desire, Not made by God, he deems, in Whom he trusts much, Its only use, he sees, in lust, war, a sinful fire A tale of sour grapes, this sounds a touch. ~~~ Mr. Poet, he holds a gift, richer than Money, Verses of love, nature's romance, his honey, To him this fight immaterial, rather funny, His muse, his wealth, pens artful words so many. Writing thoughts, ways of life is his sole duty, Gained recognition from art, his soul's reward, Neither gold, nor riches, nor money's pity, None are worth, poetry's glorious award. He muses over beseeching prayers of the devotee, Rich or poor, offerings to the Goddess of Wealth, Realising little that love, wisdom, peace, serenity, None could be earned, with all Money's stealth. ~~~ My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-16-2000).] |
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DONALD Junior Member
since 2000-06-16
Posts 10 |
HEY SUDHIR, WE ALL HAVE OUR POINT OF VIEW,THAT GUIDES US TO THE TRUTH. STAY TRUE TO YOUR WORDS FOR THEY SHALL COME A TIME FOR YOU TO LIVE BY THEM...GOOD POEM. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Hey Donald, Thanks mate...for reading and posting... by the way,  WELCOME TO PASSIONS and enjoy your stay here  Regards, sudhir. [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-16-2000).] |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Nicely written. Enjoyed muchly. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
He muses over beseeching prayers of the devotee, Rich or poor, offerings to the Goddess of Wealth, Realising little that love, wisdom, peace, serenity, None could be earned, with all Money's stealth. Sudhir, wonderfully written, very clever. I really enjoyed your fable of wisdom. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. "Art is a lie which makes us realise the truth." Pablo Picasso "We Irish are too poetical to be poets, we are a nation of brilliant failures" Oscar Wilde ----- |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh, I like Mr. Poet best...but then, my cup is always half-filled and I know the sun is always behind the cloud...and if I could live on air, I would... Sunshine ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Mike, thank you for reading. glad you enjoyed. brian, thanks again for your very kind words Karilea, a cup half-filled with money, but heart filled up to the brim with sweet honey of poetry's wealth, is it not??? Thanks. Regards everybody, Sudhir |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
..BTTT.. ****BUMP**** for those who missed this cause of a weird time zone I live in... |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
~Sudhir your words ring ever so true to this lady's ear. i loved this piece!! as always i am drawn to your wisdom and storytelling. keep 'em coming! take care, amy "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends." "Fate exists but it can only take you so far, Because once you're there It's up to you to make it happen." |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Sudhir, this is impressive and insightful. I enjoyed reading it. Well done --- Happy Father's Day! ~netswan |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Amy, netswan, Thanks for reading and your kind words... Regards, Sudhir |
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