Money

Money, the word still haunts me,

For the bag full of love, 

Stood stranded and disappointed, 

When the flowers it brought, 

Were left out over the diamond ring. 

Time is the killer and doctor, 

A man with two noble professions. 

His presence would be the reason

For every important moment of our life, or in other words, 

The page-turner of our lives.

And, money is his brother, 

The same man who drops his humanity, 

As money visits his home. 

And today, as I leave for my home, the grave 

Money switched over to another man, 

And said 'Goodbye'. 

It stood there and waved, 

As I was put into my coffin, 

Only my love gave me warmth, 

Throughout the day and night,

Forever, as my soul reached heaven!