Pravat Kumar Mandal


Pravat Kumar Mandal

Money begets money- it's a saying.
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer.
What else can we do without pondering?
In life money is the determiner.

Money buys happiness; money sells sad
Money says truth; money draws falsity
Money plays sensible; money makes mad
Money brings vice; Money holds dignity.

Money addiction is a disaster
Money is unlimited corruption.
Money is a killer; it is a life-saver
Money is everything without notion.

Money is nothing but a criminal.
Money always tests us in critical.

14 September,2019

Topic(s) of this poem: real life

Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2019

Form: Sonnet

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