- As Kubair, The India God of Riches was loathing the poor
- His gaze fell upon one such woman; poor yet rich.
- Poor of things she didn't want.
- And Rich of things we all need.
- Like an enormous mountain, he stood.
- Hovering around him was the hoax of being suffice.
- Like a beautiful strong river, she moved.
- Smoothing every bit of ego she could find.
- Poor; she turned the God of Riches.
- And at the same time as rich, as anyone wishes.
- Blinded they both were; one by the shine of something meaningless.
- The other, by that which rendered everything, the same.
- " For my family, I have nothing to provide,
- I own no asset that could loan me pride,
- I have a disease that I don't have money to cure,
- But the shallow in your soul is what makes me obscure"
- Something you don't see everyday,
- Jealousy; in the eyes of someone who never considered giving anything away.
- Purity; such that could belittle a Kohinoor.
- Heart; which could live for a thousands more.
- Beauty; that could melt the coldest glacier.
- Breath; which stopped the moment He fell in love with her.
- As He held Her lifeless body in His arms, seeking redemption,
- He understood the beautiful game of deception.
- How convincingly we are tricked into succumbing to greed.
- Giving away all that we really need.
- How our sense our completion,
- Often comes from things that don't really complete us.
- How what we seek, more often than not
- Leaves us more empty than we would have been,
- Had we not chased the riches instead of what makes one feel rich.
- The greedy God then wished with all his power,
- That everyone gets what they want, so they find out that it's not the answer.
- That we don't feel fulfilled when we are.
- We are fulfilled, when we know that we already are.
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