An Illiterate Fool

I was an illiterate fool till I found out

The meaning of love,

The value of money,

The peace of mind,

The faith of heart,

And the kindness of soul.

I was an illiterate fool till I played It silly and selfishly,

Till I looked on to others and not onto myself,

Till I harboured feelings of regret than thankfulness,

Till I beat myself up than kept myself upbeat.

Slowly however light made way into my dark heart,

A lotus grew in a dirty pond,

A grateful heart found it’s place in-place of the scornful one,

So that I can thankfully say I’m glad I’m no longer that illiterate fool any longer.