Once there lived two little girls-
One had all the riches of heaven
While the other had the joy of nature!
One had the ancestral jewels
While the other had the fate of clay!
One started her day
Bathing in a lonely pool;
While the other welcomed the sun,
Bathing in river, with her friends and cattle.
One ate the love-excluded food
Cooked by a slave;
While the other cooked with love
And served her gods!
One shut herself to the world
And played digital games;
While the other, like a crow’s nest,
Joins her fellows and plays in streets.
One is busy in spending her patrimonial wealth;
While the other in busy in clay land,
Making food for the world.
One sleeps on the cotton-stuffed
While the other, besides her gruesome day,
Sleeps on the cold hard ground.

Looking at this unfair destiny,
I, the floating cotton in the sky,
Cry helplessly for the ‘poor’;
I descend my tears to wash her poverty;
But I should have known
That my tears would leak through her kudil;
Now I have given her a terrible pain again!
But still she is rejoiced
As her crops are now elated
And that she could feed everyone even more!
Exclaimed by the daughter of love,
I look at the one who is sleeping on her soft bed-
The one without pain and love!

My senses are blurred now!
Who is rich here?
Or what is being rich?
Is it the paper or love?