Why so Important am I ?

Written by: RIMA ANIL.NAIK

I am the cause of status...
I am the reason for comfort...
To achieve me by hook or crook...
People make all efforts.

I provide luxury...
I make them rich...
To have me in their wallets...
Is their never ending itch...


I can buy them a bed...
I cannot buy sleep...
Call me wealth, call me money…
I’m most desired ! Honey.



Valentine gifts. I can surely buy...
Buy true love? I just can't try...
I can buy them food and drinks...
Buy them hunger? I cannot think.


Material pleasures I can suffice...
Buy emotions? I’m the wrong device...
Then why for me do they crave?
And behave like my slave?


I help them survive...but can’t buy life...
I’m still considered the goal of life?
I can’t help when they cry. Or help when they die...
I wonder. Why so important then, am I?