Paper white
Money black
Day night
We back
And we slack.
White paper
Black money
We can't
change any.
Paper can be white
Money can not be black
Worry not, Santosh
Worry about yourself.
Worry not, Santosh Worry about yourself. The best advice. Sometimes, we worry about too many things. And, as you've said, we can't change any. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem! I think it's peculiar that people work their whole lives for money only to be subsequently enslaved by money...the irony! Anyways, I think often we try to change everything around us, but never even started to think of changing ourselves int he first place. I think this is very well embodied in your last two lines.