Money

a poem by Ramesh Narasimhan

Cash is the common denominator;
Cash is class-discriminator.
Cash locked in a barrel, denies;
Cash spent wisely, multiplies.
Cash with deed is linked for sure;
Cash decreases with deeds impure.
Honest work does cash attract;
Sloth and vice do cash detract.
With cash, you rule as king;
Cash makes even dead sing.
Hold onto cash, as dear as life;
It’s verily your second wife.
A woman leaves you, for cash, for another;
Sans cash, you’re worthless brother.
Have cash, will talk, have cash, will travel;
Of cash’s mysteries, try to unravel.
Count cash, before you spend;
Count cash, before you lend.
Cash stays with him who knows;
On what to spend, before it goes.
If you spend wisely on things that count;
Cash multiplies, like an endless fount.
Cash generates deed, that does rebound;
Unspent cash is unsound.
Save for tomorrow, for a rainy day;
Spend on duties, cash shows the way.
Define your duties now, work for cash;
Show the world, you are worthy of cash;
The kingdom of heaven cares not for cash;
Act now, before you are reduced to ash.
Notes are printed,
Coins are minted,
Who knows who invented.
Holler,
For a Dollar.
You go far,
With a Dinar.
Make a mark,
With DeutscheMark.
I reckon,
You yearn for Yen.
Pound, pound,
With a Pound.
‘Open Sesame’,
With a Dirham.
Give a Rupee,
Give glee.