The freshly printed money just comes out from ATM,
Smell too great to fulfill all the needs and the freedom,
The thumb and index touch them with ponder,
Sliding as the touch screen of the monitor,
Billions may be happy when sucking these pacifiers,
Extinguishing the frequent stomach fire,
Stopping the droplets of emerging tears,
Money is too good as we no more barter.
Barter system almost vanished. You seem to make a nice case to bring it back. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem well expressed