Certainly money is God
No load
When you have in abundance
It is luck by chance
You have borne with silver spoon
Even though it was exactly in afternoon
You were taken as good omen
Simple luck sent from heaven
There was enough to use
But only child was refused
With great efforts new borne is arrived
Everybody is happy and luck is believed
Poverty is real curse
No progress is made of course
People look with scant respect
In each move you are looked suspect
The rich men are arrogant
But treasure hides them at present
Their weakness is not seen
The poor is harassed often
But remember one thing
Poverty is blessed like thing
Person learns how to struggle
And prove capable and real human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Certainly money is God No load When you have in abundance It is luck by chance