Poems by
Bindia Rajpal

Money

a poem by Bindia Rajpal

Money most enigmatic, a thing problematic.
Money that elixir of life or a source of worries rife?
Some say that money holds their problems at bay,
Others its evils expound, scandals aplenty the country hound.

The common belief that prevails! money brings glory in its trail.
Why then does happiness seldom come, with the tune of money on every tongue?
There’s a secret I know, and I’ll tell it to friend and foe,
To make wealth really grow, happiness on others first bestow,

A paradox though it may seem,
Generosity and riches form a great team.
Stop counting the money in your bank,
Help men and women of every rank.