With sad eyes a philanthropist looks back through his present life.
Breathing deeply with strong lungs,
Enduring the misery and poverty of life surrounding him.
Consoling words of wisdom and sympathy bestowed on those around him,
However, the spoken word was never his specialty.
A man of action, systematically processing problems.
A wish for security his driving force.
All this, combined with the deep understanding of others,
Clouded, bit by bit, his feelings poisoned his mind and made his heart heavy.
It all started to ail.
Is there then, no justice in this world?
With doubt in his mind he asks himself,
Was my application free of charge?
Gokarna beach, India, 2009.
Poem by face reading Master, Eric Standop.