A One Rupee Coin
A One Rupee Coin
Hi everyone!
I am the one rupee coin.
Nowadays no one wants me in their pocket to join
I am the unit currency of India
But people have a sweet relation with me.......
And it is Dementia.
When I was born
I was pampered to the hilt,
A few days ago I helped poor people in his house to build.
I used to be the salary of some top Government officers,
But now I am not even present in the temple bars.
I was welcomed everywhere as a precious thing,
At present my foreign brother "the Dollar" ping me with his eyes blink.
In the beginning, I was very handsome
With the character of goodsome,
I have a lions head and a shining glow
My life is going on and on nowadays like water of overflow.
One day I came out of a dark cell
A kind-hearted gentleman take me out
In his hand with a ringing bell.
I wandered in river banks, customer pocket, buses, and trains,
But today I have also discovered myself into the local drains.
Once I was dropped from the purse of a lady,
A beggar picked me up and exchange me by buying some amount of paddy.
Gradually my value has been declining
I haven't found a path of shining.
My value has been demising everyday
The people who used to talking about me,
Now where are they?
I have no buyer. I have no taker,
Even for my health, I don't have any doctor.
Once while crossing a river,
A shopkeeper threw me onto the watershed
Since then I have been lying on the river bed.
If anyone wants me to come back
So please give up the black money, which is hidden in the large sack.