A coin gawks at a grand big note - 1

Last night I dreamt I was one-rupee coin Who met a two-thousand rupee crisp note In a rich man’s pocket, looking so keen At the exalted worthy of my vote. The note asked: you find anything funny? No, but you must have moved many a miles, Which, a penny like me cannot any, The coin wondered. No, caught I was on isles All along, detained as if in dark land-- In lockers, safe from prying eyes of law, Until given was to a corrupt hand, No, there’s nothing in me to inspire awe. All life I’ve spent oh in utter darkness, Relieved I feel at last this to confess. _____________________ Sonnet | 28.07.2025 | money, journey