Money

The want for money forces men to leave their homelands; their spiritual abodes, in search of newer territories where they find only vanity, wrath and misery. You never know when money has cast its mysterious spell on you. Before you know it, you are entangled in its mesh made of desire, welded with greed and coated with envy. True, you need money to live a life. But where do you draw the line?..


Money, money, money,
drives you crazy honey.
It makes you want more,
only to turn life sore.

Money is the wheel of life,
keep it turning tells your wife.
Your wants make an endless list,
surely! money should fill your fist.

The sight of which makes you smile,
senses turn blind for a while.
It can make a beggar sing,
"Ruler of the world, behold! the King".

Money should be earned by work,
greed makes you an unhappy jerk.
Be willing to give away in alms,
to the needy with outstretched arms.

Money is a wonderful tool,
spend it wisely, be not a fool.
It can make your dreams come true,
when money is the slave and its master you.