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 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...