Money Talks! Poem by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR
Money Talks!
When time bound life race through strife’s;
When comrades tune to blow their horns;
And money in tons is the element that talks;
Laughter turns to snuffle And Smiles to sneers;
We plan and plot and prepare to maim,
Our kith and kin and mate to shame.
And wait to strike on the back, our knifes;
Precisely, Money can make one dance;
But what if death knocks and you have no chance
To count your coins, and sum your blessings.
Money can talk, it can bark, yet brings hapless endings.
All around, forever the wily discourse -
‘I don’t care for wealth. It’s your ‘self’ that matters’.
Yet your tongues tinted in continuous chatter,
Is this gold? A diamond! How much? Your job? Your car? Your house?
You conceive all. In conceited measures your actions douse.
And burn the joy of absolute humane;
You cut the cord, what remains is profound pain.
Wait – did you say you pray? Every day?
Perhaps in your hymns Atonement went astray.
And money is the Mantra, in your prayer today.
A kind deed is noble when buried in your heart.
A kind word more virtuous not when mouthed aloud.
A kind thought shines bright when in your soul it sounds;
That is all you take when this world you depart.
Don’t flatter yourself in a prodigious trance…..
Perhaps your next step would be the death dance?
Don’t weigh pals, on pans of a Money Balance
Fancy your next breath is turned to silence?
Money screams, money dreams, its touch, an ecstasy!
Money fights, fists and mind – Finally falls, with no victory.
Money buys - Love and hate, and money rocks the inner devil;
Money talks- ‘Love me not, use me well, I’m the root of all evil! ’
Mooney screams, money dreams, its touch, an ecstasy! Money fights, fists and mind – Finally falls, with no victory. Money buys - Love and hate, and money rocks the inner devil; Money talks- ‘Love me not, use me well, I’m the root of all evil! ’ ney screams, money dreams, its touch, an ecstasy! Money fights, fists and mind – Finally falls, with no victory.- - - -Well envisioned and nicely depicted. Money roles good or evil as per the handling of the person. So we should properly handle it. An intensive poem I like most. - - 10 Money buys - Love and hate, and money rocks the inner devil; Money talks- ‘Love me not, use me well, I’m the root of all evil! ’
Reading this long poem with vivid detailing and description my realization I express through few lines of one of my poems as - Money is like an innocent baby, if you love and nurture it properly The baby will be grown healthily to a decent child If you indulge by excessive love and affection The baby will grow to a pampered and unruly problem child. Exactly in the same way if money is not managed properly with a long term vision and goal Money will behave destructively, it will erupt and explode. Otherwise money will definitely protect you And ensure shelter and position in life........................... Thanks
The world is in a rat race for making money! Hoarding wealth has become the be- all and end - all of life! Those who are so avaricious for worldly gains must read this poem and the message it conveys! Of course money is needed to lead a reasonably comfortable life! But when it becomes a frenzied obsession, it takes away the inner joy and life will cease to be one of unhealthy competition and open or hidden rivalry! A kind deed is noble when buried in your heart. A kind word more virtuous not when mouthed aloud. A kind thought shines bright when in your soul it sounds; That is all you take when this world you depart.......................... What austere attitude and what shining wisdom! A 10
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5/9/2024 6:08:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very hard question for all humanity, I like that you are so devoted! 10+++