Those present had left by the time others arrived. There was no time to wait for others to arrive. Nobody was eager to see others in flesh and blood. Everyone had focused their attention on their own lives.
Hey God, You gave some people brains. You gave some people courage. You gave some people money. You made some people beautiful. But why was I left out of all of this?
The lotus bloomed, the lilies shrunk, as the Sun rose from the eastern hills at the crack of dawn. Life seemed to emerge from its shroud of gloom and sail into a vivid dream.
Hey, wearing the garb of rich won't make you rich. Your thatched hearth still stands on the field defying strong winds as a symbol of your life's misfortune.