The Poor Soul

You leave me locked

In a tower so tall

While you dance around

In a thrifty disguise

I work all day

And toil all year

And  the cents I make

Are all my own

I haven’t cheated nor lied

Nor conned a single soul

But, you aren’t so

You like the glow

And you call it yours

Yet you lie in dirt

And nothings yours

You wear suits  of gold

You con and cheat

And call everything yours

I aint pretty, nor nice

And I am flawed

but not disguised

there's no veil

covering my soul

You claim to love

Yet you lock me up

 I aint good enough

I cant fine dine

Or dance around

With glasses of wine

You are embarrassed

And hate being seen

Right by my side

Fore I am poor

And earn in cents

While you reap millions

Off poor souls

You walk around

With pretty girls

And wine and dine

In places so fine

Yet nothing is yours,

I lay here in the tower

Thinking, just thinking

Of the days gone by

You have reaped hurt

And sorrow, you shall sow

Fore the laws of physics

Apply to all, not just the poor

The wealthy too, shall cry

The higher you fly

The harder you fall

The sorrow you sow

Shan't reap you joy

By Prabalta Rijal