Flooded in the streets br were dreams of hopes br and pavements of ambitions br all seeking somewhere, somehow br to reach to the top, br and to acquire it all……… br walking a few miles br they felt they won a marathon, br climbing a few steps br they thought they had reached the apex, br building a new dwelling br they thought they had erected a palace, br such was the false satisfaction br of those unjust minds. br A Divine voice asked one of them: br have you contented yourself br without spoiling the peace of another? br have you achieved happiness br without depriving the ‘status' of another? br have you judged whether you deserved more br without giving priority to your selfishness & greed? br have you ever respected your brother br as much as you pleased your son? br 'NO', he answered. br And the Divine voice answered back: br 'If your Soul steers not clear of hatred, jealousy and envy, br then beggars should try not to be Kings' br br (If you don't uphold the dignity of others, br you do not deserve dignity yourself- br this is the essence of the poem.