The story of a poor man’s life

There are some rules life follows
These rules are not known to many
These rules make sure you live your life
Without saving a single penny

Rule no.1 is “Bad will follow bad
But good won’t follow good”
You will never feel everything going good
But once things go bad, they sometimes leave you without food

Rule no.2 is “However hard you try,
If you are born poor you will definitely die poor”
You may be born in a rug
But you will definitely die in a sewer

Rule no.3 is “Go ahead and Kill yourself
Coz nobody ever cares for you”
“Your death will too be considered a liability”
“People turning up for your funeral will be few”

Rule no.4 is “You have no right to speak
Till the moment you are not wealthy”
“Whatever the wealthy do, they are always right,
Being sick of money is the new healthy”

Rule no. 5 is the last of all the rules
“Life loves to see you in pain”
Your attempts to reduce the pain
Will always go in vain

These rules are made by life
And are not man made
Life tends to lose you in oblivion
Till the moment your last breath fades

I don’t see any escape from it
I see the doom of the forgotten
It’s like a rich man wears the riches of the world
And the poor man wears torn cotton

A rich man has land, A rich man has vehicle
A rich man has a wife
A rich man’s kid can’t even imagine
The story of a poor man’s life


- Kenneth Savio Alex Fernandes

INCOMPLETE

There is this story of Roy and Sara
A story with questions unanswered
A friendship that forgot its bounds
A relation that is defined by no available word

Roy and Sara were best of friends
They understood each other well
They knew what was going on in their heart
If only they could tell

Roy was in love with a girl called Jacqueline
Sara was in love with a boy called Frank
But Sara and Roy were on a totally different frequency
They were each other’s emotional bank

So there was this confusion in the hearts of Roy and Sara
Did they love their lovers or did they love each other
Is the friend the lover? And, is the lover the friend?
Well for quite some time they didn’t bother

Then came a time for their separation when they decided to marry their lovers
They were going to make the biggest decision of their life
Roy was going to be Jacqueline’s better half
Sara was going to be Frank’s lawfully wedded wife

Neither Roy nor Sara wanted to make a mistake
Was it emotional attachment or simply heartfelt love
They both did not say a word about it
They did not have the slightest nerve

Only God knows what was there between them
Whatever it was, they could not meet
Was it love, was it simply an emotional touch
In the end it was INCOMPLETE.

Kenneth Savio Fernandes

Sometimes

Sometimes the heart wants a little bit more
Sometimes it simply doesn’t want to go
Sometimes you have a choice to make
Sometimes you wished your life was fake

Sometimes you need a helping hand
Sometimes you take someone else's stand
Sometimes you hear the waters crack
Sometimes you are far and yet you are back

Sometimes you wanna mend a broken heart
Sometimes you dont know from where to start
Sometimes you find a soul with a thousand pains
Sometimes you find blood running through dry veins
Sometimes just sometimes

- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

Doctor Love

I once walked lonely on the streets of the world,
Searching for a friend as pure as a pearl,
I had no friend, I had no mate,
I suffered from a very lonely fate.

Out came she, from a dirty box,
Struggling to tear some dirty socks,
Even though she was dirty and not at all clean,
She appeared so pure and so serene.

I named her Doctor Love from then,
I gave her a home like a lioness’s den,
She stares at me when I do something wrong,
She dances with me on her favourite song.

There was this moment in my life,
When I fell in love and got myself a wife,
It was Doctor Love, who found a wife for me,
It was as if she knew my destiny.

Doctor Love and I were taking a walk,
When a woman stopped by and started to talk,
Doctor Love then broke all barriers and ran,
Even a rocket would be slower, the way she can.

I found Doctor Love chatting with a girl,
The girl resembled beauty and peace entangled in a whirl,
I went up to her to speak to her and got lost in her looks,
You know they don’t make such girl’s anymore, not even in books.


Doctor Love bought me a lot of joy and never a moment of pain,
Doctor Love gave me whatever she had, without considering her gain.
Doctor Love told me once that she loves to live
She will meet me every morning and love is what she will give.

To define Doctor Love, I have no words,
She loves to run around and chase the birds,
Her love for me is genuine and thick as a fog,
Doctor Love is my everything, not just my dog.



-Kenneth Savio Fernandes

A vision of Future

Last night i saw a dream
A dream more like a vision;
A fact was then revealed to me
As if I’m chosen for a mission.

I entered into a futuristic world
A world of total machines;
I happened to enter a kitchen by chance
And found batteries instead of beans.

The population of robots were ten thousand
The no. Of humans were less
I found this place completely organised
But still was in a mess.

Away from the city, Away from the crowd
I found a lonely lane;
And as I stepped into this path
I found no joy but pain.

As I walked by, a signboard read
The ‘Death of Man’ was the name;
Smuggling, Robbery, Murder, Rape
Was just a part of the game.

I came out of my dream
I was shocked, stunned & scared;
Perspiring from head to foot
And my face turning red.

I knelt down & i prayed to GOD
“My Lord this future is whose?”
He answered “This future can be yours”
“It is for you to choose.”

I prayed to GOD before I encounter such a day
I want my life to rupture;
That is the dream I seen last night
The vision of future.

THE TEARS OF MANKIND

We start crying from the moment we are born

We cry for the moment that is forever gone

A baby cry indicates that it wants to eat

A Father sheds a tear when his child touches his feet

A teenage girl cries for her first heart break

Some cry for themselves, Some cry for others sake

A mother always cries to see her child suffer in bed

Hundreds of people cry when they see their neighbour dead

A tear is not always the outcome of hurt or pain

A tear can be the final frontier of a poor chaps gain

A family stays hungry and hence the father cries

A figure conscious person sobs thanks to his/her size

A business man sheds a tear when he experiences loss

An executive cries when shouted at by his boss

A wife cries for her husband when he goes to war

A holy man cries when he prays for more

An athlete cries when he hurts his knee

A student cries when he can’t afford the fee

An old man tends to cry when he knows he is going to die

A helpless man on a highway cries when no vehicle passes by

A tear might have a thousand reasons

but each tear has a meaning of its own

Some tears are obvious, some tears are unexpected, Some tears are not meant to be shown

A tear is a matter of the heart,

It has nothing to do with the mind

A tear is a expression of a human spirit

The tears of mankind

IN THE ALMIGHTY I NOW ABIDE

I write this story on my death bed
Its a story of joy in pain
I experienced a miracle throughout my life
I burned from within while it rain

I was 15 when I met this girl
She was sweet and yet so smart
She replied yes to my proposal
She sounded like Mozart

One fine day in the evening rain
She left my hand forever
She left me and went to God’s palace
She left me to fight my own endeavour

A few years later I found a friend
He seemed to understand me well
We opened up a farm of our own
And money we made was swell

He then one day just walked away
And left me a humble note
“I leave now, never to come”
And that is all he wrote


In the middle of my life I found a child
Crawling under the midnight moon
I adopted him and gave him food
He grew up really soon

He then one day bought along a girl
A girl that he wanted as his wife
He said “Daddy, I wish to marry her,
I want her for one entire life”

He too left me to live alone
I found myself no where
When I looked back I saw a light
A light so simple and fair.

I then understood that throughout my life
It was God who accompanied me
In the form of a girl, in the form of a friend
And in the form of a little baby.

He came to my rescue when I once prayed
“God give me a reason to live”
He found me on the highway of life
And gave me a comfortable lift.

I now regret not recognising him
I wish I had many more years to go
I wanted to show him my love for him
But I guess he will never know

But then I lie in this bed of mine
Where I remember my mother’s words
“God goes in search for that one lost sheep
While leaving the entire herd.”

I can proudly say that I lived my life
With God walking by my side
My soul now stands near my mortal body
In the Almighty I now abide.


- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

THE MAN WITH A GOLDEN HEART

There was this man who recently got rich

He was a bank employee

He hit a jackpot in the national lottery

That made him as happy as he could ever be

He now wanted to invest this money

So that his money could grow

He wanted to select a bank employee who was poor

Whose financial capabilities are low

He wanted to do this because he knew

That the poor employee would have a target of his own

And if this poor employee exceeds his target

In his life, the seeds of happiness will be sown

So he went in search of a poor humble guy

And he met many people on the way

He travelled in every direction he could

From mountain tops to flowing bay

He met all kinds of people in the process

Some were rude, some were confident, some were smart

But on his way he did not meet any human

Who had a Golden Heart

This man who was yet to be found

Was a man who cries secretly in the night

In the day this man works hard and smiles

In preparation of life’s big fight

So one night when the rich man was in a cab

The cab driver fit the bill

He had a life with pains as big as mountains

He had happiness as good as nil

Still the cab driver used to smile all day

To keep his customers happy

By day he was a bank employee

By night he was called a cabbie

The rich man befriended this poor cabbie

And gave him his investment to handle

He smiled and a tear ran down his cheek

And then he started to fumble

That night he cried with tears of joy

God’s hand had touched his heart

His life had changed for good henceforth

He graduated to a jet from a cart

He now held a high position in bank

He now genuinely smiled

He was thankful to that rich man

Who abled the cabbie to bring up his own child

We too can find a poor man ourselves

We too can play a wonderful part

We too can find that man with a smile

The man with a Golden Heart

- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

The Tale of a Zestful City

There is a city not too far

Where a human can walk faster than a car

This city can turn a beggar into a king

Here an operation is not just a surgery but also sting

This city boasts of being the capital of money

Asia’s biggest slum is here, Ain’t that funny?

This city houses universities that has so many scholars

This city resides people that live a month in 100 dollars

You see people running after money even at the cost of their life

Here languages are taller than mountains & words are sharper than knife

Thousands of people travel over here from one place to another

Here circumstances arise where your relative is your foe & a stranger is your brother

This city has a culture & an attitude of its own

“Chalta Hai” it is called & on the streets it has grown

The city has a lifeline which everyday draws blood

The people along with their sins are washed away in calamities like flood

2 years back the TAJ was thrown to the ground

And Mumbai was brought down to its knees

But the people over here soon forgot the pain

Thanks to increasing fees

Mumbaikar’s always learn to adjust

And they adjust time & again

Here a ‘Breaking News’ means nothing at all

& common man is always in pain.

This City has seen many high’s and low’s

And Nobody has the time to even feel pity

This is the story of Mumbai meri jaan

The Tale of a Zestful city

- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

THE WICKED WORLD

I entered this world 24 years back

But I realized its truth only now,

It gives you to eat as little as a ant

And milks you like a cow.

There are few days when there is nothing to eat

And then we have to beg,

In return the money lender asks for our toe

And in the bargain we loose our leg.

There was a time when I used money

With respect to my accord,

When that truth came out in the open

I was punished with a rod.

The words of my Lord say

"Happy are the poor for theirs is the kingdom of heaven"

But the world says that

"Happy are the rich for they have money and for them the earth is heaven"

I cry every day for lack of cash

Every tear has a glimpse of pain

On this satin cloth called the world

Poverty is a stain.

I want to just quit this world

And be happy in paradise,

Where happy will be the clean hearted

And no marks are allocated if you are wise.

I see this world as an evil place

A place where money is the God,

This for me is a big nightmare

Please rescue me Oh my Lord.

This world is definitely no place for me

I don’t want to be here,

Every poor person lives with just no food

Every poor person lives with fear.

I don't know how to change this world

Should I use a sword or a pen,

Where poor people are just a liability

Where money is mightier than men.

- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

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Dying Bit by Bit

Thousands of people come into this world

Thousands of homes are lit

The world is growing at a very fast pace

But dying bit by bit.

We pollute this world everyday

Humans in this world are a misfit

We kill everything and call it survival of the fittest

The world is dying bit by bit.

We build a house on a piece of land

And call it our homely pit

We make the rules and then break them all

To see our world dying bit by bit.

The greed of man has bought him his death

And yet we choose to sit

The world is crying with tears of blood

And dying bit by bit

If we do not do something soon enough

Our planet is going to take a major hit

I can’t see my world in a state like this

Dying Bit by Bit.

-Kenneth Savio Fernandes