But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot.
Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey:
To a beggar for a few biscuits bought,
With a child thrilled as if with a trophy,
On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells,
In temples, helping with a layman’s faith,
A rupee coin many a tall wall scales,
In constant motion, often out of breath,
And still, my life was truly well its worth
As measured by how useful really is,
High birth nor ever large acres of girth…
The note’s eyes were nigh moistened hearing this.
As I woke, thoughts took me to my childhood--
What pennies and pies could give-- thrill so good!
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Sonnet | 29.07.2025 | money, journey
Note: Pennies and pies: a rupee then had 64 old paisa, and each of which fetched three pies, and they all ran a long distance for me, every single pie was valued, which today even a rupee fails to fetch. Today’s paisa (all the hundred of them) is accounted for only by accountants on paper. Two-thousand rupee note no more in currency.
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.
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Sonnet | 28.07.2025 | money, journey
The sun rose gently, soft and warm,
But the house feels quiet, missing her charm.
Eid mornings filled with light and grace,
Now hold echoes of her smiling face.
She'd sit by the door, hands soft and old,
A shawl wrapped tight against the cold.
Her eyes would shine with joy anew,
As we lined up, eager for what we knew.
A crisp ten-rupee note, folded with care,
Slipped into our hands with a loving stare.
To the world, it was small – just a simple bill,
But in our hearts, it holds value still.
We’d run and laugh, feeling so grand,
That tiny treasure safe in hand.
To her, it wasn’t the amount she gave,
But the love and blessings that she saved.
Now Eid arrives, but she’s not here,
Her absence is sharp, yet love draws near.
I close my eyes and I can see,
Her gentle smile, watching over me.
The ten rupees may fade away,
But the memories will always stay.
Her kindness lingers, soft and deep,
A love eternal, ours to keep.
So as we gather, side by side,
We know she’s with us, full of pride.
And every Eid, in hearts and prayer,
We found our great-grandmother there.
Char Chawani Five Athani hathoray pay,
Meri behan DOWN Bhai kay Loday pay..
SuSU has been Done.
Motar has been Done.
Peshab has been Done.
Note.BUs karo PATHAN.
Sweet or sour, My dear jellybean
Can’t I be with you as in my teen
Red,green,blue,yellow,so many colors
Apple,orange,pineapple,so many flavors
With one rupee getting many
Eating everything lonely
Trading with friends
And now it all went to end
God is there, God is there
Dear friend, don't suspect
He will care, He will care
Give Him due respect
He is fair, He is fair
In each and every aspect
Petal has Him and also metal
Mental peace is to us vital
Tell God who is never brutal
Be ever happy, be ever happy
By doing only noble deeds
Earn a Rupee, earn a Rupee
Only to satisfy reasonable needs
Please imitate, please imitate
Only that soul which rightly leads!
Show sincerity in the job you do,
Know how to do the job properly,
Slow, but steady must happen,
Grow by using sheer hard-work
Learn the trade by using care,
Earn every Rupee justifiably,
Turn every stone to achieve,
Burn like the Sun while working
Feel honored by the job,
Kneel before doing duty,
Deal in the wisest way,
Steel-like will be had
Sweat out to succeed,
Get a passion to work,
Outlet is a tough job,
Fret and fume never
Policy of sincerity mst be used,
Courtesy to all must be shown,
Mercy to inferiors is a must,
Lazy attitude must be shunned
Rash decisions are dangerous,
Stash them into the dustbin,
Flash optimism at every stage,
Dash to do duty with mirth
Overlook not any point,
Look at things positively,
Book confidence always,
Outlook must be ever fair
Sincerity is a sure winner,
Nobility is a Divine trait,
Humility is truly Angelic,
Duty is a sacred venture
Promotion is a by-product,
Emotion must be clear,
Devotion to duty is great,
Dedication is valuable
Whatever job you may choose,
Deliver the best always please,
Never give room for dejection,
Sever relation with conceit!
Children's back to their school
Luggage on their back, lunch box in their hands
Parents searching, struggling for penny, borrowing bundle of rupee notes,boosting the school's income.
Children's enjoy the rains
Parent's struggle with the financial pain
In the month of june...
Cool weather, cheerful children
Busy roads, bundle of books
In the month of june.
Farmer's welcome the rain
Parent's love the financial pain
Education surely overtaking on Entertainment
In the month of june
Education is the first priority in each and every house
Oh! What a month to face for each and every family
Rich or poor
School's set on fire
Teacher's all set to get hire
In the month of june...
Belated wishes my dear Mahatma
Yesterday was your birthday
I every day see you, you know
Yes, while counting Rupee notes
All remember you yearly once
But, I forgot you just one day
Though I did serious shopping
I saw you not in notes strangely
Gandhian way is never Indian way
In many notes you get cuts and oil
And forged notes also circulate
Forgery and you side by side exist
You preached that truth must be told
That is why I very frankly confess
Today my bank will as usual function
I will see you thousand times surely
Mechanization has now emerged
So many never at all look at you
So that remedy is also sealed
O- Gandhi- Going bad are all we.
As the blind-man holds out his bowl
the twisted form of beggar child
shouts out, shouts out, "please, SIR, please SIR."
"Come closer, come and hear my words;
I will for only one Rupee
age-old legends to you recite."
In the distance; far, far, I hear
distant Pungi swaying slowly
jarring, shrill, loud, hypnotising.
Moving my head towards the sound
mesmerising, I turn to leave.
"Don't go, don't go," says beggar child.
Singing; mournful, so sweet, so low;
"Creator, what was in your mind
that so made you create this world?"
Blind man begins to chant, I stop.
"just one Rupee please, SIR, please SIR."
Singing? Pungi? I sway, I swerve.
Between the two, the charmer wins.
Slither, slither towards the sound.
Not one Rupee for beggar child.
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Date wrote: 3rd January 2022
dwindled rupee nearing untenability
is economy bubble buster
the deadly shift to disorder era
chinese hacked networks, websites
is technology bubble buster
the deadly shift to disorder era
corona times is
india bubble buster
the deadly shift to disorder era
LOST! LOST! LOST!
Neither the purse
Nor the pen
Not money not Jewell
It is notified to all of you
A soul is lost from the heaven
Long ago on earth he dwelt
People used to call him Bapu
Simple outfit great heart
He was fearless never frightened of getting hurt
Not only fought but also taught
Equality, forgiveness, truth & a lot
Adore the good avoid the bad
He was true caretaker of whole mankind
Neither accept torture nor choose war
Turn up to nonviolence, love & peace.. Forevermore
But now where to find him in present
I searched everywhere & asked everyone here
Some pointed to a picture hanging on office wall
Some showed him printed on rupee notes in the pocket of all
His related articles kept safe in museums
& his important messages, pressed in books.. Said librarian
His mere pictures are everywhere
But his priceless values are lost
His priceless values are lost
Our "BAPU IS LOST "
Bapu = Father (father of our nation)
NOTE; collaboration work of Sakshi Singh (me) & Simran Singh (my sister) on the occasion of "Gandhi jayanti"(birthday of the great soul Gandhi -2nd October)
They argued about the ruble, the kyat, the gold cordoba too
More conversation about lira, Swiss franc, and Moldova Leu.
Discussion soon turned to the rupee, new peso and Brazilian real,
Money talk ceased as they lined up for their evening meal.
Whenever and whatever
Enter into our mind
Apply always filter there
To stop garbage any kind
Control quality hug quality
Of thoughts enter there
Keep busy mind always
In valued stuff where ever
Powerful thoughts if in
And mindset always there
Get energy and thoughts positive
Which keep always care
Always keep eye on that
Like Arjun on bird's eye
No issue or situation in
Feed healthy pie pie
* Pie (Hindi) = 1.A pie (abbreviated as Ps) was a unit of currency in India until 1947. It was the smallest currency unit, equal to 1/3 of a paisa or 1/192 of a rupee.
Book Source : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
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India
I looked it up on the map, India
it is a big country, and I know absolutely nothing
about its interior.
I once was in Calcutta`s airport but this
doesn`t make me an expert.
I wrote a poem about the last Bengali tiger,
but know little of its fauna,
I didn`t like when Prime Minister Modi eradicated
the smallest currency of rupee it was not fair for
the small traders.
Then again he might have had a good reason
as I know next to nothing about India other than
it is the world`s biggest democracy,
which I find surprising and have my doubts if it
is possible to practise democracy in such diverse
the country, like several states, hammered into one.
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