The Cost Of Greed Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Some gather wealth with restless mind,
Yet leave their duties far behind.
They save and count, but fail to see
What cost their careful coins may be.

They close their hands, though needs are clear,
Refusing spend from constant fear.
In hoarded gold they trust too much,
But starve the lives they ought to touch.

A child deprived of books and light
Pays for the parent's blinded sight.
When learning waits and wisdom starves,
Greed quietly the future carves.

What use is wealth the heart denies?
What gain when duty slowly dies?
No fortune lasts, no coin remains
To heal neglected mental pains.

True riches grow where care is shown,
Where minds are trained, where seeds are sown.
Spend well, give thought, let purpose lead—
For loss begins with selfish greed.
By Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India