Wealth is Health!

From the start of mankind, health was always said to be the greatest wealth one can ever achieve. If one is fulfilled with the right food, keeps fit and strong, they are said to be the wealthiest person ever. What one is going to do with all the worlds riches if they suffer from numerous sickness and can only crave to taste a good food which because of their diseases they are not able to consume? A beggar can be wealthy than the rich who may at least be able to eat whatever he finds without having any sickness to worry what he is eating.
This phrase has been making rounds all around the world with some following it and do taking care of their health and less caring about wealth, since one can attain wealth if they have proper health to work for the wealth.
But hang on! This era, the so-called clever and smart people making it possible to attain any wealth without health. Actually they re-phrased the sentence to - Wealth is Health! HOW?
Simple...

Burma's Non-Political Flood

The present world is currently evolving around only politics and natural disasters, there is no other meaning of life, no emotions, no relations, only suffering, pain, pain and more pain. My uncle from Burma, Myo Win, shared this poem with me to express the silent plight the innocent people of Burma are going through.

Burma's Non-Political Flood

Water, water, all around me
But I am so..so… thirsty.
Here, there, human bodies' everywhere
But none alive accompany me and share.
And I look at myself
Broken hopes and empty handed.
And I look further around
Just like a post heavy-battled ground.
Wild cyclone has wiped all things down.

Where are those kids from innocent playground?
Where are students in the green and white uniform?
Where is my town always singing along country rock songs?
Where are my mates who search for freedom and independent?
Where are those local chicks with new-leaf-color lips?
Where are those parents with a too busy habit?
All my questions disappear,
All my answers whisper…and whisperer.
Collaborated disaster of the nature and the dictator!

And I constantly hear voices from my empty stomach
Asking me food, forcing me speak out and stand up.
I silently speak with my loudest, to the entire world
Then mankind's sympathies come and knock my door.

Let me now open my door
'Cause those sympathies will help to fix my wounded floor.
Let me invite them with an open heart
'Cause those sympathies will help my life reconstruct.

Hello Mr. militarists,
Your guns are currently useless,
My demands are urgently needed,
Here, I'm alive, not a corpse yet,

Neither much time left.
Together, let's work out as a nice diplomat!

(Dedicated To My Mother And People Of Burma Who Lost Lives And
Who Are Hardly Survived Under Both Natural And Political Weathers!)

Written By: Min Yan Naing, Generation Wave

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