The Game Of Money Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The Game Of Money



To some a tight-lipped game, say poker,
To have-nots, filthy game of lucre,
Money if can't be spent,
It leaves foul, fetid scent,
Like money locked in a bank's locker.
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The founder of Amazon Jeff Bezos is world's richest man at dollars 151 Amazonian billion. But beyond a few millions money I think is of little practical value; and a needless irritation, one may add. One might feel as if in a pressure cooker. And there's a fine line beyond which the scent of money becomes flagrant from fragrant!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 03.08.18 |

Sunday, January 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak

Godhra - Gujarat
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