Author: Aarvee Mishra, Class VII E
What really is a blessing?
Money, a mere paper
Fame, an utter attention
Bungalows, a waste of space
Run after these riches, what you’ll find is hunger
Boundless thirst makes grief knock your door
True riches are much like water
Never measured, never caged
The soft zephyr in endless greens
Mirth which brings tears
A loving hug from a precious jewel
A heavenly taste, a gleeful sight
Come sit by me, gaze the world
Material wealth they all possess
Tall skyscrapers they see each day
What they seek is what you have
The blessing to witness beauty of dust
True wisdom of how material wealth isn’t smiles.
