He worked in the sun,
On head with turban.
He does not see summer or winter,
Just work without tire.
When everybody sleeps,
He thinks;
Try to get more and more,
While spending, very carefully he pores.
At night he cannot sleep,
In day his eye flip.
He cannot eat, cannot drink,
Thinking, if his money will shrink!
He always collect,
But never spent.
Always thinks of wealth,
And damaged all his health.
At last stage when he does not want more,
And want to open the door,
He cannot open it;
Now he has lots of wealth,
But lost his greatest wealth,
His health.
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