Life is so fluid.
After all the pluses and minuses it is a zero sum in the end.
But-
Try to tell that to somebody
Who lost his shirt in the game of life.
His stares blank as a white paper fall on my face-
The pain revealed through like watermarks on a dollar bill.
His pain comes with a question
If what you say is true
Why doesn't it sink in the heart?
I do not have an answer to it.
I wonder if Creation thought of profit
When it created its vast empire.
So how did it come into mankind's equation?
Superseding all the emotions
All the joy and pleasure
All the pain and suffering
It weighs heavy on the scale of ideology- called Capitalism
Profit is its foundation
Greed its backbone
Is it a seed of destruction with in us?
Or is it a means of survival against all odds?
Who can tell?
A thoughtful write, profit is foundation and greed is back bone, a true statement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profit is its foundation but profit should be earned by righteous and ethical way. All should avoid greed. Perception about capitalism and society is amazingly expressed in this brilliant poem...10