Castle of Gold

He lives high up, in a castle of gold,
At least, that's what I was told,
He lives like a king, was the story foretold,
I went to see, with my eyes behold,
Indeed it's glitter was bright and bold,
I went inside and felt really cold,
No love there just silver and gold,
There in a distance I saw the truth untold,
A man sat alone, frail and old,
"Get out of here", the man did scold,
"You are pure, your soul is yet unsold,
I chased this glitter with a blindfold,
Lost everything else and now I'm old,
Go while your greed can yet be controlled",
He cried and cried, could not be consoled,
To acquire this glitter, his life he had sold,
A price too high for things to get hold,
I took my bike and down the hill I rolled,
There's no king, the story needs to be retold,
Love your home, crave not for castle of gold,
Its people not things, that make life unfold,
Heart full of love, make it your stronghold,
Love will multiply your happiness manyfold,
Enjoy the rainbow, greed one must withhold,
Coz at the end of it, is just a pot of fool's gold. 

Comments

  1. Aziz17 February 2019 at 08:10

    Excellent.keep writing such nice blogs. Enjoyed reading.

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  2. Rozina17 February 2019 at 10:17

    How true it reminds me of Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice 'All that glitters is not gold' peace of mind and happiness is more imp thant worldly goods

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  3. Unknown17 February 2019 at 16:57

    Zeyd
    Excellent work.
    In marathi it is said how do you measure richness of a man?
    By number of pair of shoes that you see out side his house.
    Real wealth is number of people with whom you are connected number of people who come to your house with warm feeling.
    Yes I agree materialistic richness has no meaning.

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  4. Unknown17 February 2019 at 20:59

    Absolutely. This fact needs to be understood while people who love us are still around us...before its too late

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  5. Zeyd22 March 2021 at 20:31

    Thank you so much 😊

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  6. B.A. Shamim23 March 2021 at 05:25

    Very nice.... excellent...both in form and content..
    It reminded me of the poem in The Merchant of Venice..
    All that glistens is not gold
    Often have you heart that told
    Many a man his life hath sold
    But my outside to behold
    ........

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