I choose to be poor!

Silver was for spoon

Bed made of gold

I had everything you would wish for

More than a king could hold

Ferrari was my mower 

Bentley to take me school

Yet I chose for my ten toes

Though you would call me a fool!!!

Dollars no longer tore my shirt

Nor did cheques burden me
Street vendors dazzled me more than malls

And I fell out of love with the Lee

It liberated my soul, I guess

For I loved the frost, wind and scorching sun

Ways of poor lured me out

And made me take this wilder run

I now, Dear Dad, would live this life

You can keep the green stack for our own

'Coz this is how I want to look at the sky

Exploring more than you have ever shown

For this makes me what I want to be

A fisherman rejoicing in his fiery shore

I dot to swim till I get to sea

though born rich, I thus choose to be poor

I want to find my own little stream

Through which I shall boat to the shore

I want to turn the page and earn every dime

I was born rich but I now choose to be poor

Soul contract!

Can I trade in crossroad, I ponder
My soul for you to live
Will you miss me, I  then wonder
For truest of love, I always give

Or shall you go to the rosy dames
Who lost your heart many times
And some of them who dug your pockets
Till they tricked you out of every dime!

Leggy babes and lashing tongues
Smoking fire as they burn
Shall give you company as you pick
Queuing up for their heavenly turn

You will be pleased, I am sure
But will you ever miss these lousy lips
That ever spoke out is you name
When they were lost in passionate kiss

I don't know if you will know these eyes
When they shall pass in crowded street
Or shall you give me a vacant stare
Ignoring there's more than eyes can meet?

I wonder my love, all this time
As I sign my soul for your breath
You shall live and fall in love again
When I shall succumb to the death




Still when you trade heart for love again
Will you ever dream of my freckled face
With teary eyes and longing smile
Calling you for the last embrace?