When Dollar millionaires roam all around,
Who now wants be a Rupee millionaire?
The picture plays same scene for Sterling Pound,
Money inflates, man remains very there.
A mere million has no more the same shine,
The magic happens with hefty much more,
One lakh has gone below the bottom line,
A million may soon see paupers' bare floor.
Today it seldom does what it once did,
When hundred thousand had a handy hue
A sum that smiled but at fortunate few,
Ten times would soon seldom suffice, indeed.
Greed when over-takes need of nouveau riche,
Money must multiply with shrinking reach.
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A private UK bank has arrived at a precise figure of Pound Sterling: 2.6 million (approx Rs 20 crore)as the bare minimum to make one a Ritchie Rich. One million, some 25 years ago, would have been more than enough to afford a luxurious lifestyle. Money indeed has a way of walking two steps well ahead of a wannabe.
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Sonnets, Happenings | 03.10.05 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rich People on earth! ! Still the poor are living around them. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This sonnet seems very meaningful for today's times of greed. But most readers seem to have given it a go by, until it comes to your attention. Thank you much dear poet.