The Tin Box Poem by Sanchita Julka

We started off, together sharing a name;
Nothing with us but each others faith
Our wallets were empty, but hearts full
Of dreams and hopes, promises and life
We had no bank accounts then
But just a box, which we filled with our little savings earned...
It was more dan just the few coins
And assorted rupee notes...
Each time we opened the lid, our eyes sparkled and our spirits high!
WE US OURS.. Was what we saw
And life went on...
Now things have changed
Our wallets are separate, adorned with various plastic cards!
Fat files to maintain our bills
But I miss the small little box...
I miss, the sparkle, the joy, the elated hearts! ! !
Money can never bring joy!
Money can never bring peace!