Just A Piece Of Paper Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

A little paper in my hand,
People call it money.
It cannot laugh, it cannot cry,
Yet many think it's funny.

It fell into the water,
Still, it kept its name.
But people fight and lose their hearts,
Just to win this game.

Money buys a house,
But never builds a home.
Money buys a bed,
But peaceful sleep comes on its own.

Money buys good food,
But not healthy soul.
Money buys a watch,
But never time's control.

It is not love.
It is not life.
It is not kindness.
It cannot stop our strife.

It is only a bridge,
To meet our daily needs.
A tool for work and dreams,
Not the master of our deeds.

Earn it with honesty.
Spend it with care.
Share it with kindness.
Always be fair.

When our final journey comes,
Money stays behind.
Only love and good deeds
Travel with the mind.

So, keep money in your pocket,
Never let it rule your heart.
Life is greater than wealth,
That is where true riches start.