Today I visited the house of a poor man.
He was waiting for me outside.
Looked shabby.
Called me to his room.
He stays alone in the house with a single room,
that is his everything.
He offered me his chair to sit.
I found it difficult to sit.
The whole house stinks.
No proper sanitation no air circulation.
what a horrible place...
He must be very poor.
He began to speak slowly.
about his life, his near and near ones.
He is happy about everything.
He took me to his neighboring houses.
How nicely they relate with him.
He understands them all.
He speaks everything about his neighbors.
On the way he spoke about his loving parents
in heaven.
How rich he is!
in his poverty.
Joseph Shibin.
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