At the sale counter
You can not buy
Whatever you like
With the money you have.
Whatever is going on here
it is your deliberate actions
And reactions are there
Beyond your control.
You are hereby arrested
For the speech you have
Delivered for the larger
Interest of human society.
You are counterfeit coin
That is here at this time
You can not do whatever you like
You are nothing to think to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth ye depicted Mishra ji I know Truth can't make you rich but free you but knowledge that we lost life though we have is of what use buying with the pocket compels u to think think life's value we are expending uselessly 10