A B C D

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

I don’t have enough money
I can’t distribute to all;
Can’t make every one rich;
Can’t say rich equal each.

I am still a rich person;
I know my abcd very well;
I can pass it on to all;
I can make all happy soul.

Simple truth, how ignored?
Money, money, not yet bored?
Blind we and money greedy?
Let us pass on rich abcd!