Money...Money... Poem by PRADEEP PILLI

Oh Money! What is in you and
What is your greatness?
You are only a thing made of metal
And wood who came from dust and
Turn to dust on a day in the long run.
You are the one who marred relations
Between brother&Sister, Father& Son
And Mother&Daughter.

You are the one who changed many Governments
And many politicians from one party to other.
You are the one who provoked many people
To do robberies, murders and kidnaps etc.
Why people are crazy about you, leaving
Joys of life, not caring their valuable life?

You may give us a royal palace
Which is made of polished marbles
But not the security and freedom
A lay man had in his hut.
You may give us a costlier medicine
Which is imported from states
But not the sound health
A labourer or coolie had.
You may give us a luxurious bed
Which is made of Egyptian cotton
But not a sound sleep
A farmer who worked from Dawn to Dusk had.

Oh Money! Where is your greatness?
My fellow beings think of it.