My Money
I shall kill you,
If you don’t return,
My money back.
That you borrowed from me.
When I heard a quarrel,
I stopped and smiled on a person,
Who was coming back to threat him?
He was promising him to pay back, when he has.
Do you want a drink? I offered,
No sorry, I am very busy,
And late for my next appointment.
Come to see me tonight in a Pub.
I knocked my neighbour’s door,
And asked for a time.
He understands that I want to talk to him.
His condition was bad, he lost his job.
We went together to the Pub,
And met again to a moneylender.
I paid his debt and requested,
Don’t come back in my street.
.
My neighbour paid me back,
Within six months and asked,
Why I paid his debt. I told,
I don’t like to disturb children’s peace.
Nobody can take this money,
Every dead person didn’t took with them,
Money is a source for development, who knows,
Today it is in my pocket,tomorrow in yours.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
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