Need Poem by Mihir Tejura

A need, indeed at proper places,
Enriches things, when real destiny reached,
Things useless, precious seem,
For the needy, of that.
Lies therein, no use of sword
For a legendary pen-holder,
Neither useful a pen,
For a hot-blooded brains,
What use lies, with the dog,
Of a ten rupee note,
Or what's the use of milk,
For the cow pious.
What's the use of gold,
For a thirsty mouth to quench.
Or what use lies of,
A branded english dictonary,
For a chinese, seeking meaning of chinese word,
Is there a need of delicacy,
For a man on fast,
Or is there a need of mouthwatering prawn,
For a strict vegetarian.
Depend things on 'wants',
Treasures man, the given,
On his plethora of desires..