Money – An Encounter With You - Poem by Vidi Writes
My acquaintance with money for the first time
When I saw it in the shape of a few coins.
It was just put in an open box belonged to my father
Due to the power of curiosity in my mind
I took a few without making an effort to tell anyone
Obviously I never knew the value of it in that age.
I could spend it in the Pen-Mart to buy a few toffees
It became my habit to peep into the box for those coins
And I was never stopped or enquired about this.
That made me still be ignorant about the value of it
A free access to those few coins made all the difference.
My relation started with money, having a soft touch
The power to take it spend it the way I liked.
I never wanted to know the purchasing power it had.
I grew older having a little power in pocket at all times
Never I needed more until one day for my school trip.
Father was convincing me, he couldn’t spend more
He wanted to spend it on the forthcoming festival
To buy flowers, sweets, new dresses and crackers
Tears rolled down from my cheeks, melted him
I had money in the shape of a few notes and I set out.
On the whole tour I had very uncertain thoughts
I knew, now, the difference between coins and notes.
My father’s pale face disturbed me during the entire trip
I didn’t enjoy the trip thinking about the value of ‘MONEY’.
That trip opened my eyes to think of money power
Visibly very apparent what I could spend and the others.
There I missed intensely, those pals who missed that trip.
I got enlightened about your strengths and also learnt the
Weakness of those who had the dearth of you in stock.
Still wondered, how would my father celebrate that festival?
Full pomp, he bought everything needed, had a glorious face.
I was running behind him to see was there anything missing
I was happy to see those beautiful notes within his hands.
I thought my father is a powerful man who rejoiced that festival.
It was then I could find the children on the pavement
I could see the dry skin and faint face of our maid.
Watched the rates for living index and price index
Read especially about plight of people in Kenya, Uganda.
Astonished to see the tax-waving request of industrialist
Worried to see the pour into drug and alcoholism markets.
Mine was a small encounter but it changed me enormous.
Thereafter, every time I had a look back at that encounter
With that beginning, there were many more such stumbles.
I was strong enough to stretch within the carpet and adjust
At times complex got built into me, which I had to shed off.
Its all about how much you earn and how much to spend
Cannot say, I am an encounter specialist but I know my strengths.
It’s better to know the power within than the power of MONEY.
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