Who Am I
Born from mud in an unknown womb
Called her mom as my first word.
Gentle and hard,she taught me the world
As I took my first steps out.
Up came the word,'MONEY' in my ears
Jingle of coins sounded melodies
Forget the past and race ahead
Motto of world makes me wild.
Did anyone reformed meaning of love?
Sound of money I would say.
Who am I? a question at last
Nothing more than a handful of dust.
Author : Abie
Date : 13 October 2013
Copyright © Abie Jayan | Year Posted 2013
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