Hey God, You gave some people brains. You gave some people courage. You gave some people money. You made some people beautiful. But why was I left out of all of this?
The lotus bloomed, the lilies shrunk, as the Sun rose from the eastern hills at the crack of dawn. Life seemed to emerge from its shroud of gloom and sail into a vivid dream.
Hey, wearing the garb of rich won't make you rich. Your thatched hearth still stands on the field defying strong winds as a symbol of your life's misfortune.
The biggest fortune I ever received by chance was ten pence on the way to school. It gave me a rush of exhilaration that has lasted my entire life. The money I earned after that never matched it in terms of joy or worth.
When you add a dash of spontaneity to all of your actions and gestures, garnering the approval of everyone, be aware that it may not survive the test of charity to the impoverished.
Your wonderful melody pierced the cloud of sorrow that surrounded my heart and made it beat to its rythm, piercing through the raindrops that fell so loudly and created a ruckus in the air.