Precious Paper

a poem by Faisel Kannur

Money is power
Pride and vigour,
Pleasure it yields
Stretch life little longer.

Sure we cannot
Survive an hour,
Without its power
Always it showers.

Time is money
May sound so funny;
But sure it’s for all
A fuel for living.

Money is to share,
Not to spend without care;
A share we now spare
Would make our future fair.

Money is crazy,
To spend is easy;
We sweat to earn
But sweet when earned.

Most love money
Than their honey,
Makes people sad
Bad and often mad.

We live to earn
Not earn to live,
Is the reason why
The world always cries.