Wearing tattered clothes
Craving for plenty of freshly baked loaves
Life seems drench in disdain
Truly, living it in pain
Seated right next to a rich fat merchant
“You don’t look very rich,” always in chant
Lofty as named
His life aggravated by afflictions, he blamed
Lofty , in dark sunken eyes
Gloomily looking at the bright blue skies
Wishing soon to awake from the slumber of agonies
Where he was deeply penetrated by melancholy thoughts
Despite in poverty, Lofty prays each day
“Oh God! Illumine my way.
With your divine providence, I shall live in bliss
Though deprive in wealth, with you I will be glorious!"
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