Sometimes what good is
your money for you.
Other times what else is
there for money can't buy.
In the grid of numbers
our history is confined.
And is the witness
that saw the rise and fall.
Amidst all the rise and fall
Money survived them all.
It did build the wall.
As long as the sky tall.
Better save it
for your redemption.
For without it
even the barricades of heaven
may not open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The importance of money power cannot be ignored and this fact has been aptly emphasised in this poem. Thanks.