Poem 12 – Hour 12 – The Myth of Money

The Myth of Money


neither welcoming smile shouldn’t disperse your mind

nor cheap affections make you further blind


your riches have labelled you like a blank cheque

must segregate you and your wealth with some check


these intrinsic coins weigh love as sand

humidity of sincerity makes difficult its land


love lags money, is not realistic attitude

have to paint yourself with bare fortitude


to meet artificial faces with a little shine and bow

only treasure of jewels can subjugate them to you


money amplifies leading phase of your life

with the nectar, you can control bees in hive.



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