The Stock Markets Around The World.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The worth of something is manipulated,
Which is against the law of nature,
The Chinese have burnt the paper,
For the spirits, those are yellow colored.

Man had found something intangible,
Can be grown in the nurseries of sheets,
Greed is the only supplement that needs,
We can reap the profit in multi folds.

These trees are growing taller and bigger,
Carrying the ornamental gold and dollars,
What a surprise, every time it is trimmed,
The stem grows higher to break the weak hearts.