Money is found everywhere.
It is found in stones in fare.
It is seen in paper all fair.
It is the cynosure of all eyes in glare.
As paper becomes currency to share,
doubling comes into play albeit to bear,
While stones are mined from earth bare,
Value enters the fray with care.
When diamonds are excavated in places rare,
created finds its way in the market with blare.
Gold rush gets ahead with a snare.
desire brings about a shy dare.
The longing for such is insatiable in a ware.
Calling for a buy out in quantities is a trap flare.
It exceeds the capacity in an exhaustive bear.
Throwing out everything out of gear.
Meenas Poems 