a poem by Nagabhushan A

With money the life cycle moves
No value for good deeds
Money overtakes all
Fulfils all necessities
But makes one never to lose life and respect
Provides food, shelter and clothing
Brings all happiness when alive
Wealth brings pride
Due to this there enters differentiality
One who neglects money is a holy man
One who accumulates and desires is thirsty
For wealth one may become patient
Be away from a man who has wealth.