Not For Money But For Poetry
money, money, and money
wherever I move my face whenever
I'm whispered by greedy inclination
oh;
the money cause of severe death as well as life,
the money cause of ineffable disrespect as well as respect,
the money cause of harrowing poverty as well as richness,
the money cause of inhuman war as well as peace,
but the money is not the cause of knowledge, wisdom,
sagacious stability of mind, eternal peace
no; never I wanted the money
not now I am ravenous for the money
won’t have to give me the money
yes, give me poetry, give me the poetry
where I find the pure fragrance of wisdom, saintly peace of eternity
(3/11/2020 11:24:00 PM)
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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