The poor brahmin who was rich

He had no money to spend on luxuries,
no thoughts to waste on the heavenly comforts,

he just had thoughts to make the world a better place.


One day, after walking for miles, he sat down under a tree,
he had no money to buy food, so he sat there looking at it.

A rich merchant brought some food and kept it in front of the brahmin.

The merchant said,"I would like to help the poor!"

The brahmin smiled, is it money that makes one rich or poor?

The Brahmin left the food
and sat down under the tree with eyes closed,
to raise questions whose answers were unknown to mankind.

He went deeper and deeper,
with every breath he took, he got answers.


After a few days, he opened his eyes,
he could feel the sunlight,
he could smell life in the fresh air.

And then he started speaking...
every word which came out was of gold,
there were stories,
there were poems,
there were ideas,

which taught living beings to live,
and smiles to flourish.

He had no shelter, no money, but he was rich.
Much richer than the merchant who offered him food.


The brahmin started walking again,
he's still walking,
He has no money even today,
but still he's rich.

Who's rich? Who's poor?