Money Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Money


M…………… Makes you blind
O…………….Offers no kindness
N…………….Not accompanying at the end
E…………….Echoes your imminent fall
Y ………….. Yields no peace

Money or treasure
Makes nothing sure
For which you are devoting entire journey
It may grant motorcar, bungalows and enough money

We have no solution
But live with only confusion
Run after unwanted things
And in return get nothing

For living
You need to devote to hard working
If that brings you real happiness
Go after that and shed shyness

Love is only reality
And show it as humanly
With no preference to rich or poor
Take care of your immediate neighbor

Animals too want your attention
Make little contribution
For their food and medical care
It shall be looked fair