Why does
he indulge in good deeds,
Is it
cause his heart wills,
Or is
it his own need?
To
search the lost human bond,
To find
a place close to God.
He showers
wealth to the needy,
Truth
is he himself is greedy,
For the
peace it brings.
Every
once in a while,
His heart
wishes to beat for someone,
Other
than oneself,
To be
the selfless being, to be the man,
The one
God created himself.
Lonely
in person may be hurtful,
But lonely
in mind is helpful.
Helps
one find the person,
Lost in
chaos,
Far more
pure, far more truthful.
How better
to define irony,
Than a
blind man wearing dark glasses,
And those
with sight,
Oblivious
to the need, the tears, the light.
They blame
time for all the loss,
Say it
wasn’t right,
Too fast,
too slow, didn’t wait.
Did you?
Did he
put up a fight!
And then
they wait,
For a
chosen one,
For what
is worth,
Soon they
aren’t the same old one...
