Agony of a poor man

O poor man, crushed by the ever cruel society.
I see you quite often around.
I see you in the eyes
And I try to reflect on your emotions.
How you cursing the richer class for making you feel even poorer.
But more than that I pity for, why you pity yourself.

More than you do that I feel pity
of those members of mankind
who live by your aid.
Those solipsistic social animals
Often hurled as member of a herd.

And while I am engrossed in favouring you Poor man I ask a question to you too.
Why not, you reflect upon yourself
And try to understand you aren't just member of a class.
Rather you can be master of your own
By only reflecting on your self.

No difference did god made you with
Earth, air, water, fire and sky
That's all we are made up of
you me and everybody.
So what makes you feel inferior
It's only wisdom you acquire my friend.
The more you do more you become richer in experience and in all aspects of life.

O man same goes to the other class
Which is rather poorer often racing against time, to reach the final line.
Sometimes wretched and solitary in the quest of a better time.

So dear mankind !
Must not we come together to mark equal measures of life.
May be you do this in your heart
What's so bad in doing it open for the start.
Why shall one live like there is no life.
I think only if you let your open up heart a little and live and just let live.
Because there must  be balance
May god make you smile
And may there be smile on every face.
God Bless the world.