-RICH-
I have seen the world, with all it’s truth,
Looking out through the windows of this train…
As the carriage moves…
Through the mountains, the valleys, the slums and the cities…
As the zephyr blows nostalgia on my face and my hair….
I feel calm, like the one before a storm ..
I think of life, watching through this window…
Watching those tiny shacks they call home, hardly a shelter from the rain and storm….
Watching those people, with no clothes to change and no food to taste… To
I have lived the childhood I missed…
Watching those tiny feet, running, with no shoes to cover…
Watching them play hide and seek in those itty-bitty spaces…
I have felt safely content, watching them share that tiny piece of bread…
I have felt truly warm,watching them huddled together in that old ragged blanket,
In those intense wintry nights.. I have laughed with them,
When they made jokes in hot summers,
Fanning themselves with an old newspaper, With smile that touch their earlobes..
I have seen paradise when I saw their tiny little home… And as the carriage moved ahead…
I could see those tall buildings…
With perfect people,
With colorful clothes and plates full of food…
People whose childhood was stolen by the pressure to win…
People with perfect jobs and fake friendships…
People with perfect laughs and depressed eyes… People who are never happy enough, never content,
Always racing for more and more and more… People, who are truly poor… As I pass through the mountains….
As I see those trees pass by…
Through the windows of this train, who, have seen them all….
I ponder over life,
Which only moves forward, just like this train,
Leaving behind everything it passes … I sit here, watching, and thinking…
Why do we not aim to be good people?
Why do we define success as office rooms with glass doors and windows?
Why do we confuse happiness with wealth and position?
Why are we never gratified enough?
Like those poor people,
in tiny houses,
who, are truly rich…?
