Who Need Nothing, They Are The Kings Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Who Need Nothing, They Are The Kings



Like, the deer runs after the mirage
soul wanders to satisfy the desires.
Thirst remains, ever unquenched
as it thinks shining sand, true water.

It flies branch to branch like a bird
finds no place, to have complete rest.
Skipping here and there soul forgets
where’s the correct address of its nest.

Unending desires lead to the causes
of whole worry that soul has to bear.
If needs are kept to the minimum and
felt contented, worries get disappeared.

Who’re devoted to god; need nothing.
Who need nothing, they are the kings

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