Tag Archives: Wealth

The Way To Earn


ethicsof wealthThe value of money has risen
Not only in usage but also in rank
Money makes thing work with a result proven
It goes deep and deep into the shores and banks.
Not on to the financial institutions alone
but on to the buying products and lands in a follow.
Not satisfied with the wealth man attempts to secure a loan
enabling him to accumulate more and more in a flow.
Where is it going to lead you ? ask I to my friend
What are you going to do with so much wealth? I question.
He smiles at me with a tease and a sneer in a trend
Deciding he would not give a reply appropriate in time given
Made my way home deliberating where it is going to lead.
A few months later meet my friend on my way.
He was looking desperate and desolate
Restraining myself from asking anything in the sway
Came to understand that he is not in a comfortable state.
Prodding would further deepen his crisis and shock
I talked in a lighter vein and bade farewell.
The way to make money have some ethics,
Crossing them and paying no heed would cause a dishevel.

Down Below.


rich manWallowing in wealth
he lives in pomp
Splendour is the word
that takes him across.
Rides in mirth
and revels in joy.
Alas! he is unable to swallow
as he has a hole in the hollow
down below the throat.

The Content Of Prayer.


Heard a chant round the corner.
It was a long prayer
seeking the blessings of the almighty
with a fervent piety.
Lot more than that came after in a sequence
with unbelievable reference.
It sought wealth with prosperity altogether.
unknowing that they come together.
It asked for enormous authority and power
so as to revel in splendour.
Not stopping at this level it went ahead
with a list instead.
That included other pleas private
which called for a concern considerate.
While leaving the corner thought of
Is that all prayer is made of?

prayer requests

Sequential Delivery


poorwealthheap.singingThe world is going ga,ga.
Over nothing ha, ha.

The baby is calling ma, ma.
Not reporting to pa, pa.

The protesters raise a ho ho.
Over issues that indicate a lo,lo.

The singer sings at the top of the pitch la,la.
Modulating his voice at the middle

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The vehicles honk beep, beep.
They try to negotiate the traffic deep, deep.

The farmer heads on to his field to reap, reap.
He cuts the stalk and piles them in heap,heap.

The rich amass wealth in tonnes,tonnes.
Their life style stuns, stuns.

The poor slog all through life,life.
Alas! they are destined to a miserable strife, strife.

A devil or an Evil


Listened to a proposal.

It was a fantastic disposal.

It had all  plus approvals.

It looked glamorously beautiful .

The proposer builds castles in air.

He is known for his empty care.

He practises nothing rare.

He is a preacher  unfair.

He plants stories false.

He does that with ease.

His mind is crowded with disease.

He is a proclaimed brat in tease.

One day he talks  of his wealth.

It is not in prime health.

The other day he rattles about his stealth.

It is his foremost breath.

He praises himself singling him as the only one.

He poses imperiously as a high done.

Calls one who is always in the run.

His pretexts draw contempt  from all but one.

He has a counterpart in his sibling.

Both go about with scheming.

Their thoughts are full of evil  crawling.

They are but leeches in the offing.

Men of such mind flourish lively.

Distracting the good from their  poise easily.

Spreading baseless  information endlessly.

Oh! tell me are they devils or wholesome evil?

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Interest Calls.


The word is of great interest.

It is a delight when men show  interest.

 It is appealing when men  have limited  interest.

It is painful when men charge  abnormal interest.

 

Interest in things grows as such.

The feeling leads to a buy out as much.

 It dispels the fear  of the crunch.

Initiating a purchase in bunch.

 

Interest  on money accumulates so quick.

The lender plays a likely trick.

It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.

Forcing the borrower to lick.

Interest plays the roles both.

It builds wealth  in  troth.

It eats up the fortune like a moth.

Condemning the borrower to froth.

 

 

 

Leave The Deities Alone.


The deities in temples  are divine.

They  are made of stones fine.

They elucidate a lovely shine.

 

Deities have sculptural beauty.

The artisans carve it with  duty.

Giving them a lofty credibility.

Bringing out  a design of chastity.

 

Deities are now decked with outfits in gold

They make the deities appear bold.

The shine extols the charm people are told.

Gold deduces the divinity to a mere metallic hold.

 

Silver too competes with the metal yellow.

The mercurial  dazzle dims the glow.

Grace is dimmed by the silvery flow.

Money overtakes purity in a slow.

 

Temples are no longer place of prayer.

They indulge in display of wealthy layer.

We hear no songs sung with fervour.

We listen to talks of  self praise all over.

 

Temples no longer exude warmth.

They detract every one by exposing wealth.

Instigating a feeling of stealth.

Sealing the mind with ill-health.