Need of the day

'Tis a question worth raising;
Can a soul in despair impart pleasure?
Like many others. Mine mind keeps chasing,
An ever lasting joy, the deepest treasure.
Listen o' generous but wretched giver ,
Lie down in solitude and calm thyself.
An empty pot fills no river .
Not gold but content mind is thine real pelf.
Do tell me if thy godown wilt last,
Life-spans. Nay but thy fields will.
With troubled and helpless a number so vast,
Give away no meat but a trick to kill.
Don't let them mistake comfort for happiness.
An evil in disguise. I remind thee.
Sufferings and toils are teachers and bliss,
No one but a content mind lives happily.
So only it can sustain delight and gay,
A learned world is the need of the day.