By Anvesha Dixit
The affluent man walked on the streets,
with his cashmere coat,
on top of sturdy white sleeves.
His fine leather shoes and
slicked-back hair,
with two of his goons
following near.
His glistening watch of pure gold,
the gaze in his eyes,
solely cold.
"He must have worked assiduously in life,"
deliberated the man on the ground,
sitting beside.
The necessitous man sighed in need,
as he watched the deep-pocketed individual
with a view of greed.
"Have all my laborious efforts gone to waste?"
the destitute man muttered,
in great distaste.
The opulent man looked down on the ground.
Upon seeing the poor man's form,
with abhorrence, he frowned.
The impoverished man's eyes grew narrow with hate,
as he scoffed indignantly,
looking away.
A simple woman who was just sitting beside
saw this act
and stood up to speak her mind.
"Oh good sirs, learn to be humble,
be tame.
For once your demise arrives,
the size of your graves
shall remain the same.
No matter how lavish or extravagant your talks,
once the game's over,
the king and the pawn go back in the same box.
No matter how wealthy, prosperous or tall,
the crow's shadow shall fall on all.
Do not waste your time
with this impractical brawl.
Oh kind men,
learn to be content and demure.
For there is no heaven,
nor is there hell.
Death is equal,
death treats all well."