Forbes or Fakir

He walked on the footpath making sure to keep the dust off his shoes,

with him walked the fakir covered in dust and ash,

"should your name be in a magazine or should it be forgotten, choose!"

the fakir again brought about a fatal silent clash.

He combed his hair again while the fakir played with his dreadlocks,

the fakir walked beside, careless and unclothed,

"To be you would be painful, caring about who praises and who mocks!"

there stared the man of wealth, at something he desired yet loathed

His patience had run out and he tightened his tie and started to scream,

"Look at you! no fashion, no money, no religion, no responsibilities!"

"You are not even conscious of how you look! status for you must be a dream!

nowhere to be! nothing to earn! far from the cities!

"Is that what you want!"

The ascetic smiled and said...

Is that what you want?

"famous business tycoon spotted talking to himself of the road like a madman"

the following day's newspaper headline read...