No wealth can ever purchase

Her friends busy in playing,

to join them she didn't bother

wished for something unalike,

to pursue a little bit of cheer

She gripped the chalk well,

in thumb and d’ slim fingers

ventured to draw her mom,

a mom, on d' orphanage floor

She was her sweet mother,

didn't dither, left her alone

she's too precious for her,

even if deserted and gone

Had no time to talk to her,

where to rest, what to eat?

is there a secured location,

for d’ only kid, right and fit?

Done with d’ sketch on floor,

her mother looks so innocent

could have forgotten d’ child,

but truly she's utterly decent

Took off the shoes with care,
laid down on mother's chest
can't think up any other place,
so safe and sound and d' best

In no time, fell deep asleep,

a serene sleep, glee immense

cosy, simple, so comfortable,

can’t depict human language

A divine state of well being,

enjoyed with ample freedom

d’ sublime message of love,

inscribed in d' chest of mom

A free stance, easy posture,

as baby in her womb she grew

that’s the precise happiness,

she had enjoyed, she knew

Happiness a gifted moment,

can't be pursued, nor for chase

with love, goes hand in hand,

no wealth can ever purchase