Poems by Bhalradj S

Money – Be not proud

a poem by Bhalradj S

For the sake of you, my imagination soared
So high, my thoughts landed and my fingers
Have penned it down.

Money there is so many things about you
Hundreds of Names you have got, all the
Great National leaders smiling are embossed on you.

Around the globe, there is no activity without You;
Possessing even little sum of you springs out that much of vitality.
Without you I feel limp and depressed.

Like a Nomad you often change hands,
At times you only dwell in the lockers of Misers,
Your fragrance is like that of green pastures.

You are shiny as the Dove in the sunlight.
Alas! You turn Black when in the hands of tax evaders.
You are creative also destructive of morals, values and mentality.

You were christened after civilization of mankind,
O’ what a pity, your creator is under your domain
You are the Brahma of various fiscal theories,
Financial policies and economy.

O’ Money you are funny, the first alphabet in your name
Substituted with letter H would mean Honey;
You possess a tantric power, with your Midas touch overnight
You could convert once life so sweet.

O’ Money without you nothing could be purchased in this earthly life.
Money! Money! Don’t feel too proud about yourself
Parents, love and affection, even with heaps and heaps of you the trio
Cannot be purchased.