Stoop For Truth

Stoop For Truth 1

This poem is a direct inspiration from the field of toiling farmers, who gave their best to bless people’s home with food but remain obscured in the society. The society in the question is that of the rich; they are never resuscitated on these poor people who are willing to give their time, energy, sweat and even life to bless the world with the fuel of life (food). It’s so touching that subject regarding the poor is not discussed anymore, but the world should know that all fingers are not equal, there are big, and there are small, the big should complement the small and the small vice versa.


There is a path; no one wants to talk about it
No one wants to give it a glance twice
Not even one person to say, rest awhile
Or do your best today and leave the rest for tomorrow
Everyone seems so busy about life
And forget their neighbor
Forget their partner in this journey
Life now shifted to personal struggle
If you are strong, you survive
If you are wise, you win
If you are happy, you have peace
If you are rich, you reach your home
If you are poor, you remain a prey
If you can cheat, you remain a chief in wealth
Go back to the origin
Is life meant to be like this?

Folks have given life a new meaning
Go for wealth and forget your health
Go for the rest and forget your best
Never be content
Kill to pay your bill
Cheat to cut your time
Fight to clean your fault

Are all fingers same?
Are you not someone’s creation?
Who bewitched you to see yourself as a boss?
You now carry a stony heart
And think everybody will be like you
The good still live
Though the bad out-numbered them
The good still believe in hope
They still believe in modesty
They prefer to toil and eat
Than robe and merry.
Life can never be a game as you think
It is true one need to play his part
But not on the other detriment

Shakespeare was emphatic
The good that men do stay with them
The bad that men do stay with them.
Ask Iscariot why the suicide?
You eat your cake; you eat it
You keep your cake; you keep it
Both cannot be yours
You plot to kill; they plan your death too
You plan to kidnap, you start to lose some
You plot to revenge; another desire your life
The Duchess dies, the trio conspirators die too
Life is fair

Truth be told
Earthly are your vain pursuit
The great scholars of our time are dead witnesses
If Thomas Lidnayte can speak now,
He will tell you to be content
If Galileo can talk now,
He will tell you not to repeat history
These men are great Oxford scholars
But became flat in poverty.
Do You want beauty?
Death will equalize you with the ugly
Do You want power?
Go read about Cardinal Wolsey
Do You want pleasure?
Get ready to submit you plea to a doctor
Do You want wealth?
King Midas knows the end of it.

Learn and live
Only those that hate you will waste you,
Your time, your opportunity, your idea
Life is not by luck
You reap only your toil
Sit, seek and search
For what is needful
No class no cast
By choice, everyone wants to be rich
In reality, all finger have no semblance.

Businessman stressed by too many tasks

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