Money is not everything.
But life’s a struggle when you can’t afford a thing.
Life’s difficult,
when money’s not in your reach.
It’s as if it floats by on a leash,
with its ‘owner’ behind.
You stretch out the hand which has gotten so tired of stretching,
to touch it,
to feel it,
to hold it ..
Even if it’s just for a minute.
But as it’s about to land,
it gently flows off to another man;
whether to the doctor,
teacher,
the mechanic,
or the fisher woman.
Life’s hell when you don’t have it.
It’s hell when your hand is at your jaw,
and the other scratches your head like a dog’s paw.
It’s he’ll when you worry about your other meal,
because the fridge is empty.
There’s not even an orange seed.
It’s hell,
when you have to think about the light being gone,
the water being gone
and the internet being gone.
It’s hell when the amount of money left can be counted on your finger,
which means it’s a number: one digit – one figure.
It’s hell when you worry about the kids and what they think.
It’s hell when you have to borrow as if there’s no tomorrow,
borrow so much, it seems as if there’s a hole in your hand –
one the size of a rabbit’s burrow.
Mostly it’s hell when your throat gets hoarse from calling out to God for so long,
when you deprive yourself from food for so long ..
But still, no response.
It’s as if God’s saying:
*“Be still my child, that’s where you belong.”

Happiness, hmm, happiness
What does that word really mean ?
‘Cause for years I’ve been trying to find out,
I think you’ve found it,
But are you willing to help, me find it too ?

I miss you, I love you and I am so sorry.

Hey there,
little girl,
yes you little girl,
stop crying,
stop lying,
I know you’re trying little girl.
You’re smarter that you think, t
hrow the sharp silver down the sink,
open your eyes, no more good-byes
you can fly, little girl.
You have a purpose
don’t be nervous,
you can work this, little girl.
Don’t let that boy corrupt your head,
with those derogative things he said,
he’s crazy,
don’t be lazy to tell him “NO!”,
little girl.
Don’t let those girls bully you,
crush them like dirt under your shoe,
you can do this,
I can prove it,
listen to me,
little girl.
And if your parents are quarreling,
close your eyes and start to sing.
In a minute it’ll be over
and they’ll be sober, little girl.
And if you’re parents don’t treat you right
and every time you’re in a fight,
count to three, close your eyes and let the music be your guide.
When you can’t sleep at nights and
deep inside you want to cry,
look to me,
I’ll be your friend and put your tiny head to bed.
Who am I?
I am hope, here to free your body, mind and soul.
Let me be your best friend.
Hey, guess what?
You’re beautiful little girl.