Old Currency Poem by Eshita Hatwal
Old Currency
What am I today?
Just a piece of paper, perhaps.
Remember the times
You used to fight,
During the day and the night,
Just to get more of me.
Where's all that going now?
Why is it ending with a blow.
Remember the times
When people offered me to you
The happiness on your face
The spark in your eyes
Oh! That was all so true.
I hope you do not forget
The times you craved for me
And I went flying in different hands.
Well, probably, Karma does work.
First it was me, now it's you.
Many like me have been long forgotten
Yet, I hope to be of some value again.
An insightful piece on money, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Eshita.
Fantastic depiction on old currency as if it is alive. I feel the last line.... Yet, I hope to be of some value again... most impotant and heart touching. Many thanks dear Eshita, keep the ball rolling....10
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 1:17:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem written in the wake of demonetisation of old currency notes by the govt. Old currency may lose its validity and value but the relevance of money will always remain current and binding. Loved reading your poem- the first on PH. Thanks, Eshita. Well, probably, Karma does work. First it was me, now it's you.