Long ago it was the quality
that of man mattered
gone are the days
when monetary played no role
come now the hours in a twinkle
where finance have control
leave alone the economy
encompass on whole every trial
the life under a fiefdom
expresses a servitude
where success prevails
where power wields
while grace being beaten
the poise lies crippled 
come there in magnificence
status with money on line
that be the eventuality
Could it be a virtuosity?
Meenas Poems 