Who Is Rich Poem by Bhuvana chandran

The delimma reigned me day and night
I could not sleep and work properly
the question pondered my mind
the simplest question ever heard
nothing but 'Who is rich? '

I looked around found neighbour had a castle
thought he is rich, but found
he is walking briskly here and there
very nervous from the very outcome
asked him what the matter is
he replied despite his best effort his son is not brought up well
i consolved him, knowling it is fake
'things will be right in near future'

I glanced throgt the newspaper - said
US has very high per capita income and it
dictate the UN what health standards are required for the world
I tought that is rich, but the failth trumbled down when
many committed suicide when the banks closed abruptly
measure of rich, I want to know
I thought, that is not rich

I again pondered my mind
found that the spiritual persons must be rich
he talks many good things, but found he is not happy
due to outcome not moneywise good
he is also disturbed also found the preaches he made never practised!

In the the name of youngest god in the world,
Found that Churchs spends huge chunk in commerce
which make them worry and to dip in this material world
well away from what it preach

Again ponder futher
found small pale kind playing in the mud
though she was not fed well
there were no toys, dress or neat
but her laughter cheered my ears with glory
and me cheer with out reason
Suddenly I found that kid is the rich
who has less in hand but more there to give
Still thoght reigns my mind
who is rich - the peron who has more or
who need less or
who give more
I walked away from my life but
others still ponder over the thoughts
- who is rich and how can i be -