Servitude

The poor servant,

Strives to grasp wisdom

But he has not enough intelligence and experiences

To reach a state,

When even during calamities

The heart stays in peace and ensues calmness

Though in his current state;

Even during stillness,

He feels uneasiness, guilt, pain and all sorts of aching

They say, his heart is empty,

It has not known sincerity and doesn’t know the meaning of piety

What a pity,

Sad, poor and empty!

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The poor servant an upshot/consequence of a cruel society

In an environment where people are judged by merchandises and appearances

The more wealth the more respect, friends and wives

At times he questions his luck,

Though he is reminded, everything is fated

He needs to learn more about gratitude

Every night he goes to sleep a servant,

Who is humbled with destitute,

In many ways he is better than he who goes to sleep

Thinking he’s self sufficient,

Bragging about existentialism,

On how he created his own kingdom,

Where he is always praised,

Yet he lives in a daze.

The poor servant too,

Dreams of a kingdom,

An environment inhabited by the wise filled with wisdom,

Where love in turn becomes predominant,

A transcendental realm in which the air itself is peace,

In which each wishes for the other to be in ease.