If I do really pray

Then why is that I walk away

When I hear the desperate cries

Of the poor, in front of my eyes

If I am really kind

Then why is that I never mind

The helpless souls I see

And their suffering in front of me

With no food or clothes to wear

I see poor men everywhere

With no shelter in the sun and rain

they suffer with hunger and pain

If I am really good

How do you think I could?

Eat good food and sweets

When people are dying in the streets

I dance, drink and dine

And wish all world is mine

I spend thousands for myself

And throw a coin to help

Though I am made of flesh and bone

My heart is made of stone

With desire lust and greed

I dream of what I need

I live like a dirty slave

Till the day I reach my grave

Even if I sit and pray

For hours every night and day

After I close my eyes

I can't go to paradise

For I am no way good or kind

With a selfish soul and mind

~Satish.C.J~

More Poems By Satish C J

Kavitanjali