Money Poem by Arfa Kalera

Money



They say, 'Money is the cause of evils'.
They may be true but I don't believe in so,
Money is a blessing,
It is a human mind that changes things,
Bright into black and black into bright,
It makes you respected if used in good faith,
It takes you to the gallows if used heinously,
It brings fortunes, it brings misfortune,
It is hell and it is heaven,
It is the cause of Nine Eleven,
One can feed the destitute,
The other on drink may consume,
So my friends as sweet as honey,
Blame not at all money,
Correct your mind, then you will find,
By doing charity, it takes you to God,
The most Generous Benevolent and Kind.

Friday, September 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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Arfa Kalera

Arfa Kalera

Sargodha, Pakistan
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