i am the richest - Dhal Jirel 'Ravi'

I have a couple of feet

My hut and my rugs

I eat cheap bread and laugh at Fate

I toil through the livelong day

I need no salt

For my sweat drips into my mouth,

I need no garlic and onion

For odor from my children's' rugs replace them

And need no spray for my sweat and blood

smell sweet

I know, my sweat and blood that I shed

Until the sun remain

In the sky

Hardly covers stomach of my family

I along with my family

Remain nude

All under sweltering heat

And chilling cold

No slippers no shoes

No hat and no scarf

For our skin is made to adopt nature

I clearly know what the scarcity

My poverty seems dark, 

My heart seems sad,

Though I kindle kerosine lamp low and dim,

Though I am slave for my livelihood

I do worry not for tomorrow

Nor I get afraid of ailment

Nor stoop cowardly in front of death

For I am made to live today

The life of legendary

Oh... so-called rich men...!

Poor are you

And the truth is,

I am the richest of the rich. 

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Dhal Jirel 'Ravi' (20th century) Nepal

Source: Voices.net