Stealing Your Money Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Stealing your money I am rich,
Stealing your truth I am a man.
I love men all are good,
I love men all are in earth-hood.
Men, really fools, not
Enjoying their own life.
Sorry, I am not fit to
Give any prescription.
But I must say, men
See the time and soon go
To pay huge ransoms
For your own smooth travel.
Detect the whereabouts of
Your own self, dear, fear not.
Bother not about
Heavy taxation.
Accumulate not anything,
No certainty anywhere.
But fear not, march forward
And kind enough
To the kidnapper- time,
Nothing to take.