Anything And Everything Are Confined In It! (Acrostic) Poem by Ramesh T A

All things converged to the particular thing;
Nothing seems to be out of its jurisdiction;
Years and decades have gone away, yet, it's there;
This is the incredible specialty of money ever!
High or low, all are judged by its value in one;
India or England or America or China, it's the same;
Nowhere in the world, no one seems to be avoiding it;
God of men's world is money nothing can replace it ever!

Anything and everything are confined in this one thing!
Novice or expert, all are measured by this one yardstick;
Daunting all matters, money occupies centre-stage forever!

Earth is spinning itself goes round the Sun like all to it!
Verification for all things are nullified by show of cash;
Eye, ear, nose and mouth are controlled by the spell of money;
Restoration of all losses are compensated by its power sure;
Yearnings of all by dreams many are fulfilled by its supply!
Tall and lofty aspirations are materialized only it easily;
Humble and haughty are made to stoop to it low due to wants;
Intellectual, emotional and spiritual experts do all with it;
No one seems to be ready to relinquish money, when it comes to one;
God of small or big things money is in the world created by man!