Every person admires money
As it is the repository of all pleasures
To enthrall the life journey
It bestows all momentum and treasures....
My childhood had seen a tiny purse
And I had kept a note there
That was the mere happiness source
And the contentment I got was rare.....
When my sister was crying
To possess the costly toys and shirt
Only incapability I was showing
My purse couldn't be a successful part......
With the passage of old days
I commemorated my old memory
In the cupboard my purse was
I searched the note as a souvenir.....
When I had the only purse and note
All expectations were coming
Today much wealth I have gathered
But no one is demanding........
This is life's stark theme
Scarcity always demands profusion
But when you get that dream
Nothing comes, only lamentation....