A poem written by our very own Shamma Kabital for this month’s theme “Words” revolving around the viewpoint of a poor old man who considers himself wealthy through his writings and words. We enjoyed it immensely and we hope you do too
I may not have money
I may not have gold
I may just be lonely
Haggard and old
But I am far richer
Than any rich man
For I obtain a power
Not many people can
My words are my wealth
My shield, my trusty sword
Ranking me above
Any high landlord
My words are of more value
Than any jewel or gem
Than any silk frock
With a lace-trimmed hem
My words can touch the heart
My words can pierce the soul
They can prey upon any man
Devour him, swallow him whole
My words can take me to places
Alien to the human eye
I speak truth and only truth
Even when I lie
My words have given me
Good reason to be proud
Good reason to be pompous,
Boastful, and loud
But I choose to stay humble
Remain modest and discreet
It is the only way to fill
My belly with food to eat
And if I die of hunger
My words might die along
Without them, the world could
Lose the melody to its song
I do not need money or gold
For my powerful words are worth
All the vast riches combined
On the face of this Earth
Author: Shamma Kabital
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Amazing poem Shamma!
Thank you! 😀
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
“Some people are so poor, all they have is money” – Good job, Shamma! So beautifully written.
Thank you so much, I deeply appreciate it!
Amazing mashallah! God bless ur beautiful pen
Aww thank you Shahd!
Another wonderful piece of yours… Truly beautiful. Well done, Shamma!
Thank you!!
Amazing use of different words, and details..loved it.
Aww thanks!!
Dear Shamma
Any adjective is too simplistic to describe your poem. You are naturally born talent. Never, ever stop writing and composing because you enrich the world with your relent and words. I am so proud to have a student like you in our school. Soar girl!!!!
Miss Nathalie
Wow, thank you so much Miss Nathalie!