Arfa Kalera

Veteran Poet - 1,660 Points (June 23rd,2001 / Sargodha, Pakistan)

Money - Poem by Arfa Kalera

They say, 'Money is the cause of evils'.
They may be true but I don't believe in so,
Money is a blessing,
It is a human mind that changes things,
Bright into black and black into bright,
It makes you respected if used in good faith,
It takes you to the gallows if used heinously,
It brings fortunes, it brings misfortune,
It is hell and it is heaven,
It is the cause of Nine Eleven,
One can feed the destitute,
The other on drink may consume,
So my friends as sweet as honey,
Blame not at all money,
Correct your mind, then you will find,
By doing charity, it takes you to God,
The most Generous Benevolent and Kind.

Topic(s) of this poem: money

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