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The Coin and Currency


The coins and currency
their values oscillate
they depend on the economy
the stability turns them steady
with the rise unprecedented
the vacillation makes them ricketty
with the fall harsh

The barter system of yore
kept the economy robust
trade and transaction
were by kind not by cash
that was a system easy and secure
with currency and coins
held place nowhere.

The tiller sold his grains
the butcher bought them in exchange
the oil monger traded his oil
to a goldsmith for gold
while the money-lender
was there to advance loan
with interest heavy.

The money-lender was the only thorn
the rest were in tune
harmony was found in excess
happiness was seen all over
that be the days of ancient
when the missiles and airplanes
were not in the scene.

Bereft ofbarter fast tracks and transport
men travelled extensively
the export and import worked well
bound by no exim policy
they repatriated their revenue
when there was no banking system
all done in miniature
that brought maximum returns.

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The Coins


The coins make noise

clashing against each other

falling down on the ground

rolling into corners

somewhere  hard to collect

somewhat    difficult to trace

the coins go to places too

with the transactions  on the way

buying with the spirit

exchanging  with  the intention

the cost price indicated along

the sale  images (67)price informed also

there goes a barter and a sale

the barter being done earlier

the  sale coming closer

there goes a commercial  spree

with the coins making a clatter

deciding on a charter.

 

 

 

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A Lovely Exchange.


It was an exchange,

Neither dealing with currency in  a range.

Nor involving a barter all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Away from the economy in a range,

Far  away from the mundane all the same.

 

It was an exchange.

Across the deep blue ocean in a range,

Covering thousands of kilometers  all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Where age did not come into the range,

Where affection stood above  all the same.

 

It was an exchange ,

Where the grandson poured out his thoughts in a range,

Where the grandmother listened mesmerised all the same.

 

Then it is not an exchange,

You might  blindly say in a range,

Yet it was sharing of feelings in a manner strange.