The Garden Chair

Poem By Joe Hughes

The money greed is not a simple greed.
Yes! One needs money to live,
Only to live a contented life,
Not to get wrapped in avarice.
The greed that envelops
To hoard and collect,
To possess much more than one needs,
Verily, is money greed!

Avarice for possessions is
A serious habitual trait,
A grave hindrance,
To the practice of 'Ahimsa'!
A fanatic desire for material goods,
To acquire more and more,
By fair or foul means,
Leads one astray!

Accumulating, enveloping oneself with
Innumerable goods, articles and structures,
Leads to much confusion,
Leaves little place for vital air!
To stand or sit -
Does one require much space?
To sleep on a bed -
Does one need more than a few square feet?

Do we ever think or reflect?
How much space we require when we die,
To be buried or to be burnt?
Just a bare strip of earth!
Yet, we forget this fact,
We continue in our material pursuits,
Ever greedy and avaricious,
Hounded by hundreds of things!

We spend our quality life
Pursuing money and material!
In this race of life,
Does ‘Ahimsa' ever figure?
On the contrary,
In the pursuit of pleasures,
It is infliction of pain, misery,
Careless and callous!

Comments about The Garden Chair

Every line is nicely strung with apt words to suit the theme...what else could be said more than this on money minded people....I am really happy to read your poems as they all talk about sublime facts...congratulations for your great endless efforts on this kind of poems Geeta...100
It is a great write on money greed, and avarice for possessions which go against Ahimsa. The way of presentation is so nice and appreciable. I quote..... Do we ever think or reflect? How much space we require when we die, To be buried or to be burnt? Just a bare strip of earth! Yet, we forget this fact, We continue in our material pursuits Thanks for sharing this gem.,10
In this era of liberalization, globalization and privatization, Liberated now is our greed for wealth, No one is left to repose the faith, In moral values like selflessness, Really oh God, we are in a mess' It's time, wake-up for liberalization From greed, to keep-up our traditions. This call given in your spiritual episode on Ahimsa is greatly appreciated. Thanks for sharing. Regards.
Thank you so much Unni! Poothanaum is a wonderful Malayalam Saint Poet. I love his Bhakti poems so full of meaning. So good to see a line of Poonthanam on this page. God bless!
Hi Geeta, As Poonthaanam wrote, Onnu ktiiukil nooru mathyennum...


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