Money is everything

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

I bought a big costly castle;
Cost me whole lot of treasure.
Walls were jealously painted
In brilliant gold and silver.

The bed bought was colonial;
Cushion was exquisitely soft.
Such is power of money, friends!
Even heavens can be in hands.

One day I suddenly fell ill;
The best doctor was called in;
I paid unbelievably fat bill;
Bought the costliest medicine.

Now am lying in my colonial bed;
Looking at jealous,painted wall;
Money now not coming to my aid;
Waiting for my heavenly stroll.