The endless cycle of desire,
from birth to the funeral pyre,
Not yet into the red,
one day my master said:
It is not rich the one who has it all,
it would only end as a huge mess,
it is the richest one who wants less.
No gold, no money or fancy dress.
Poverty is not a God-bless,
Not all that you want
you would receive when needed,
the Lord is busy, and to be freed,
You need to realize that you
can make any dream come true,
but there is always a but,
sometimes you may need to work for that.
I swear on my hat,
even if you know, you look fat,
always follow your path.
Be like a cat, land on a flat
terrain, be the brain,
no gain, no pain.
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