A Coin Poem by hari ashwin

A bright beam of light entered
Through the rectangular hole.
hearing the jingling sound around me,
And I don't know where I was..
I seem like a room said my little friend Penny,
After sometime the room took off from the floor
And began to break, and we all
Jumped and splattered in the floor.
then we came to know through the bright sunshine, that
We are the great coins.
These days I've been in piggy bank and we the
coins WORTH more these days......

-hari aswhin