650. Money! Money! Money! 081010 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Like a bee of hive honey,
Tirelessly each runs after money!
At the maximum what it can bring?
It aggravates the hunger of senses five! ?
Me, my spouse and children first
Who bothers about the world rest?

For every tiny action
There runs a calculation
In inner mind, ‘what is the benefit? ’
If no profit, that action becomes unfit!
Even the love with sky as the limit,
Vanishes if lover does not benefit!

Man may be a tap or tunnel
Money runs through the funnel
Like water flows in brook
Or in a grand undying river!
Some rivers are cyclic
Some are alive once in a year!

Where does from wealth come?
Where does it ultimately take?
Where does it slip and set off?
No one can define its fuzzy path!
But without wealth and health,
How can one sit quietly to meditate?

Maa! Give me, just enough wealth
To run my social life on earth.
But on money let me not fix my mind!
Don’t make me a dust carried by wind!
Tie my mind to the pole of Your name.
You alone are the goal of my tiny life! 081010