It's been something on my mind
Ever since I learned to count
One two three.
It's been the way I collected
Leaves from the bush
Free of cost but plenty.
It's been the bits of toffee wrappers
That increased in my stock
Like currency.
Since I learned early on
How much power lies
In having money.
If I see talent in a guy
With a capacity for growth
And industry,
I thrust my open palm forward
To join in and dedicate
In charity.
But sometimes kind words are inane
Unless they come
With money …
It's like learning backward count,
If I part with it, how much will remain and
How much I need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Anuradha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks