Money Poem by RATIKANTA SAMAL

Life is nothing; empty pocket
Please come to empty sack;
Complete all my necessities
Want to sit on wealth's rock;
To achieve, got much pain
Toilsome struggle continued;
Tolerated burning of the sun
In winter, bone broken cold;
Faced furious thunderstorm
Forgot all social happiness;
Love for you changed me all
Ran here and there in stress;
Thought; peace in much money
Accumulated as like as honey;
Made the day and night uniform
To become emperor of money;
Good time came and I became
Standing on the heap of money;
Looked up and down and saw
I was moving as like as antimony;
All were buried under the heap
Unable to find them beside me;
Can't hear their voice of festivity
Or make me happy with the lee;
Speechless machine; dead alike
Departed from the family chain;
Scoff comes from hidden body
"Money is all yours, entertain."
15-01-2022