When there is no fire in our belly
Meaningless are the breaths we take
When there’s no kindness in our heart
What worth is whatever we make

When there is no warmth at home
Meaningless is the fortune we show
When there is no esteem for other
What worth is a dreary chateau

When there is restlessness around
Meaningless is the sound of harmony
When there is no urge for tranquility
What worth is all riches and money

When there is vacuum in between
Meaningless is the path of walk
When there is no compassion left
What worth is any lavish wedlock

When there is nothing left to hope
Meaningless is the love to long
When there is none to come to
What worth is where we belong

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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