Early in the morning,
Through the smog,
I saw a man selling books,
While on jog.
He carried the heavy load around,
Asking people to buy one being loud,
Little did he care,
That people would shun him ignoring his despair.
To this old man none,
Offered neither a seat but shunned,
For earning a living by selling,
Instead of the easiest task of begging.
"O old man"
I asked thee,
"Why do you keep sell books instead of just asking for a penny?",
To which he replied truly,
"This world would be blind without me. For knowledge is a gift I sell through these books many stories I have, to tell
The world may not acknowledge me
But I do my job thinking of my family.
Always makes me forget the misery"
Today I learn't that
Whatever in life comes be,
One must never think and never suffer the poisonous hand of stress and anxiety,
For only through pain can one realize,
The importance of life,love,happiness and family