Throned on currency
Crowned Mahatma ever to smile
But the other way
Children, grand-children his
Remark their love
Scribbling, naming, messaging
Their lovers
Signing, coding, drawing
Amounting to signal something also
Mahatma disappointedly pox-marked
sobbing, sighing invisibly
At the sill of watermark window
ALREADY ALOT IS WRITTEN ON THE CURRENCY..AND EVEN THOUGH IT DOES'NT STAY WITH ONE..THIS SEEMS TO BE A FASHION EVEN AFTER THE 'CELL'S' SMS HAS COME OUT WITH AWIDER DIMENSION...THANKS FOR YOUR ENCOURAGING COMMENTS MAM
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I would like to translate this poem
poets always think afresh..present their thoughts differently...how nicely and humorously you portrait the plight of a currency note in use! 10