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In this poem, the poet narrates the story of the poor people living in the country and tells the people that they wear the clothes of emperors while the orphans are happy with their tattered and patched clothes.
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| The story of the poor people living in the country |
Poor people living in the country
In gilded halls where laughter reigns,
The rich man knows not hardship's pains.
He mocks the term, "poverty,"
Blind to its depth and its reality.
I find joy in my simple dress,
Pride in its humble, patched caress.
The rain's soft song, a soothing balm,
To those in palaces, it’s a fleeting calm.
They wear their crowns and never see
The true worth in simplicity.
For wealth is not in gold or stone,
But in the strength of being alone.
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