He was a rich pandit, with a long beard,
Who was egoistic, selfish, mean, and quite weird.
One morning, someone knocked at his door,
The man became furious and there came the thunder of roar!
‘’Who the hell is outside there?’’
Standing was an old man who looked fair,
Serene, patient and was dressed in white,
With bare feet, his eyes shining bright.
‘’My child, a small piece of bread will make my day!’’
Filled with anger, the pandit yelled ‘’No way!’’
‘’There is no mercy for you people inside me,
I have to help those who can’t walk, hear, speak and see.’’
The old man said nothing, just smiled and went,
The pandit couldn’t get what that meant.
For a week, the pundits’ wife remained ill,
The effect of those costly medicines was just nil.
The pandit kept worshipping his God, each and everyday,
No meaning was left in his wealth and he had nothing to say.
Other day at the door was standing an old lady,
Wrinkled face, ragged clothes which had turned ragged and shady.
With great difficulty, the pundits’ wife went inside and brought some bread, Gave them to that old lady who further said,
‘’Thanks my child, you are of the blessings which the lord has sent.
The wife knew what she meant and as a sign of respect, she bent.
Soon his wife recovered, she understood the law of life,
She became determined to fight with every strife.
But the pandit was same as he was earlier,
He didn’t try to understand his wife and wasn’t ready to hear.
In the market, he caught sight of the same old man praying to the sun,
In front of everyone, he insulted him and made fun.
He shouted at him,’’ You are the one who spoiled my wife’s health,
The reason is you are jealous of my wealth.’’
‘’I’m the richest of all & I’ll not help you in any way,
Among these poor, who will make your day?’’
He was gone but those harsh words made everyone’s heart to break.
His wife pleaded to that old man to pardon him for his mistake.
The old man said nothing, just gave a smile,
She prayed to the God and closed her eyes for a while.
She knew her husband will soon realize,
And will be out of this web of egoism, selfishness and lies.
The next day, his wife was inside when the house caught fire,
The pandit was screaming, asking for help, but there was no help which he could hire.
He cried a lot and requested that old man,
‘’Please save my wife, she’s my real wealth, do whatever you can.’’
The villagers offered their help and the fire was seized,
Soon, the pundit’s wife was released.
He left his egoism, realized his mistake,
He promised himself to be kind and not to be fake.
He was happy to see his wife alive and secure,
Wealth was proven useless when it was the time to cure,
He asked for forgiveness from the old man,
And promised to help everyone in every way he can.
Who was egoistic, selfish, mean, and quite weird.
One morning, someone knocked at his door,
The man became furious and there came the thunder of roar!
‘’Who the hell is outside there?’’
Standing was an old man who looked fair,
Serene, patient and was dressed in white,
With bare feet, his eyes shining bright.
‘’My child, a small piece of bread will make my day!’’
Filled with anger, the pandit yelled ‘’No way!’’
‘’There is no mercy for you people inside me,
I have to help those who can’t walk, hear, speak and see.’’
The old man said nothing, just smiled and went,
The pandit couldn’t get what that meant.
For a week, the pundits’ wife remained ill,
The effect of those costly medicines was just nil.
The pandit kept worshipping his God, each and everyday,
No meaning was left in his wealth and he had nothing to say.
Other day at the door was standing an old lady,
Wrinkled face, ragged clothes which had turned ragged and shady.
With great difficulty, the pundits’ wife went inside and brought some bread, Gave them to that old lady who further said,
‘’Thanks my child, you are of the blessings which the lord has sent.
The wife knew what she meant and as a sign of respect, she bent.
Soon his wife recovered, she understood the law of life,
She became determined to fight with every strife.
But the pandit was same as he was earlier,
He didn’t try to understand his wife and wasn’t ready to hear.
In the market, he caught sight of the same old man praying to the sun,
In front of everyone, he insulted him and made fun.
He shouted at him,’’ You are the one who spoiled my wife’s health,
The reason is you are jealous of my wealth.’’
‘’I’m the richest of all & I’ll not help you in any way,
Among these poor, who will make your day?’’
He was gone but those harsh words made everyone’s heart to break.
His wife pleaded to that old man to pardon him for his mistake.
The old man said nothing, just gave a smile,
She prayed to the God and closed her eyes for a while.
She knew her husband will soon realize,
And will be out of this web of egoism, selfishness and lies.
The next day, his wife was inside when the house caught fire,
The pandit was screaming, asking for help, but there was no help which he could hire.
He cried a lot and requested that old man,
‘’Please save my wife, she’s my real wealth, do whatever you can.’’
The villagers offered their help and the fire was seized,
Soon, the pundit’s wife was released.
He left his egoism, realized his mistake,
He promised himself to be kind and not to be fake.
He was happy to see his wife alive and secure,
Wealth was proven useless when it was the time to cure,
He asked for forgiveness from the old man,
And promised to help everyone in every way he can.
