Far enough but too near, I was active in my own semi-conscious mind;
in my own quest world I was walking with a line of currency pieces,
trying to gather all,
trying to leave all behind.

I could feel the warmth, I could feel superiority;
I was going insane, I was holding priority.
Soon a lady passed by me but feeling the warmth she came to my side;
a few other children, men and even animals committed the same ugly-suicide.
I was too proud ‘coz I had all, a lady, some children and several men to be counted;
but soon this pride remained uncounted.
This time I came across all my near ones who have passed away,
whose love and care couldn’t return to me anyway.
All those worthless notes now seemed bits for dustbins;
all those with me now seemed dummies with renewed skins.
Soon a child crying near his mother’s dead body,
made the atmosphere a little too muddy.

My heart was weeping but those notes seemed still;
I realised “money is but external… it’s our faith… it’s our self… that’s really real”.