Sad Delight

I want to be of my own Not famous or known I want simple hut to live with The sound health with strong teeth If I can chew food with happiness If I can digest food with cheerfulness I shall know that God is with me Such things will never be with enormous money I would love to be ordinary As it is very much necessary Why would I love to be called arrogant? Money hungry, greedy and sycophant I will pray for free movement To move among people and be present Love to work with them and feel part Such beautiful day I will consider as human art Who will know better than person present? Who will suffer more than be absent? Such answer is not easy to be found You must remain with actual ground Millions are homeless They have no face They die meaningless Always harassed by cruel chase I sit in corner and weep That keeps my composure to keep In real harmony with their plight I feel real part with sad delight