An Ode To Wealth Poem by Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti

Is there any? No, I guess no limits you have,
And your victims, seem, never survive,
Though you ruin, yet people for you crave,
And unbound of all bonds for you thrive,
You cause of all the vices in the world,
Lo! For you but all strive very high
Your admirers always in pain sigh
Find no peace, but in the deep abyss hurled
And sometimes you yourself become their grave.

Is it your love that pushed them into pain?
Or stunning power that drives them ahead?
Are all your enchanting looks fake and feign?
Or sometimes, you too, take a majestic tread?
For Pharaoh People know, No Moses heard,
And it was your tempting hold
Yes for you was Jesus sold
‘Ts true, to you, all relations are really absurd
Love, passion, friendship entirely insane.

The prettiest thing, no doubt, you seem, 'ts right,
Cause you not only bring all joys of merry life
But for your possessors bring main and might,
Nothing remains rough, and nothing in strife
What all you want get, what all you wish hold
Hence dearer, all adore you a lot,
And tie with you their love's knot
But you destroy all who come in your fold
So in your presence good ones always feel fright

You are, no doubt, the biggest enemy of the soul,
And you make people richer, their hearts poorer
You breed in them greed, nothing but for the dole
With infected inward, they remain no more purer
Too, they waive their vision and become all blind
Neither they perceive the truth
Nor can they know the sooth
Lust and leisure, but never find peace of mind
Abyss of anguish, agony their ultimate goal