His clothes are faded
and toys are broken,
But mine is shining
and it smells new.
His hut is leaking
and water rushes in.
But mine is terraced,
cemented and painted.
I own an A-class luxury coach.
and he owns a punctured bicycle.
I walk in a spread ed red carpet,
when mud and clay cover his feet.
But i wonder whether
I'm rich or he.
Yes he is rich,
richer than me.
his heart is rich, rich with happiness.
because he has freedom and
I do not..........
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