Flowers' Fragrance

A poor boy's message

Oh my dear spoiled friend!

Don’t you know that this world will end?

You’ll be in your grave, I’ll be in mine

You’ll have no cars that always shine

The colored paper notes that you greedily store

Alas! They’ll not be with you any more

You scream when you don’t get your favorite food

I sleep without it often, hiding my grief mood

You run hard to buy a hundred dollar shirt

I have a single, torn one with dirt

You die to buy the newly launched iphone

And I over my dad’s illness, silently moan

You casually throw your pizza away

I find my food from street bins and hay

You buy your kid a big box of toys

But my grand ma shouts, “go away, boy!”

Sand is my paper, stick is my pen

Still I wish to be among noble men

I want to help people when I grow

I don’t even want to see a helpless crow

Why don’t you feel the same?

Why do you keep running after fame?

Do you possess a heart or not?

Is it a big stone, in chest you’ve got?

 

Author's note: This is one of my favorite poems. :) A clear message given in it. I hope you guys will like this.