Greed: The Torrent! Poem by Vinita Nahata

We come into the world with....

Neither possession; nor ownership,

Neither wishes; nor worries,

Neither envy; nor troubles,

Neither fears; nor fuss,

But as we grow; we see,

More we see; more we crave,

More we crave;more we wish,

Too soon we become enslaved;

Of the torrent called 'Greed'!

Our lust for more can't be dismantled,

The more we grasp; the tighter we grapple,

We keep on gathering more and more,

We scuttle a huddle of treasure trove,

This greed passes on like a malady;

It eats our youth; our life; our beauty,

In search for a spark to brighten up our lives;

We invite darkness into our otherwise sparkling lives,

It's an ill of greed that makes us so blind;

That we dig our grave in search of a gold mine!

For, greed is....

"A quickening sickness which seeks to prey…"

"Where wealth accumulates and men decay! ! "