Roses as red as blood...
Posted: 17 Oct 2004, 01:32
Roses as red as blood,
Grow throughout my garden,
The bungalow looks majestic,
With its inhabitants using 'Beg your pardon'
Four million dollars stand inside my fence,
With a pool right on top of the hill,
A stable full of healthy horses,
And a scenery of which one cannot have enough fill.
Two hundred and fifty acres of heaven on earth,
With a family so loving,
One would say I had it all,
Though I felt something missing.
What was it?
What went wrong?
A good life and wealth i had,
Still, it was not as it should have been
What went wrong?
A man with ragged and torn clothes,
carrying something that looks like a bag over his shoulder,
with a severe burn on his right hand
and having a wooden support for his missing left leg.
He had this to say:
There is war going on all over,
Gunshots have become pleasant to the ear,
A roofless brick box serves as home,
You might wonder but to us its dear.
With a wife and two kids to feed,
Dont make things easy to handle,
Sometimes the day passes without a bite,
And we are leeft with one half burned candle.
"Wow, thats a pity", you would say,
But you might turn green and blue,
When i told you that before we go to bed,
We always say, God Almighty, Thank you!
Satisfaction comes from thankfully accepting what you have, be it even a few crumbs of bread. Wanting more can only result in misery.
by Hasin Ramin
Grow throughout my garden,
The bungalow looks majestic,
With its inhabitants using 'Beg your pardon'
Four million dollars stand inside my fence,
With a pool right on top of the hill,
A stable full of healthy horses,
And a scenery of which one cannot have enough fill.
Two hundred and fifty acres of heaven on earth,
With a family so loving,
One would say I had it all,
Though I felt something missing.
What was it?
What went wrong?
A good life and wealth i had,
Still, it was not as it should have been
What went wrong?
A man with ragged and torn clothes,
carrying something that looks like a bag over his shoulder,
with a severe burn on his right hand
and having a wooden support for his missing left leg.
He had this to say:
There is war going on all over,
Gunshots have become pleasant to the ear,
A roofless brick box serves as home,
You might wonder but to us its dear.
With a wife and two kids to feed,
Dont make things easy to handle,
Sometimes the day passes without a bite,
And we are leeft with one half burned candle.
"Wow, thats a pity", you would say,
But you might turn green and blue,
When i told you that before we go to bed,
We always say, God Almighty, Thank you!
Satisfaction comes from thankfully accepting what you have, be it even a few crumbs of bread. Wanting more can only result in misery.
by Hasin Ramin