The Money Poem by Sanket Gadekar

a thing very funny,
sometime bring us honey,
everything without it,
is fruitless sterile,
too destructive too pretty,
makes the brother fight,
its presence gives you,
the potent right,
hard to get,
but easy to spend.
it is that thing,
whose value never end.
everyone want it,
only to gain.
because of it,
human nature may change.
very fickle,
hard to tackle.
the more you have,
the more you are loved.