Sonnet for the soul
An armed monarch, order’d his horse to a momentary freeze At the sight of an old man who sure had a skeleton and skin Sitting curled, like a circle in the freezing cold and teasing breeze He had none to cover, yet had a warm grin to wear and win The conqueror irked, tossed a shawl as alms in regal beckon ‘None I take from beggars’ said the naked to the startled king ‘For one who needs is the needy and I need none’ ‘You still need territory, O beggar!’ said the Solomon’s ring Attitude galore yields altitude for sure and true majesty Riches real are in the mind and not in the external find Many he owns, spend he does and makes money today aplenty Does he then stop these in the day next with a satiated mind? Skies shower rain, air blows life and silken stars shine The best things in life have no bill ever, for you to whine - Ram Kallapiran