Money

Money prose poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr


Money is like honey
Money makes one happy
Money makes the face smiley
Money creates audacity
Money makes one wealthy
Money gets Joy
Money can make one merry
Money is required to marry
Money can take one to land of fairy
Money makes one lively
Money can make one live lavishly
Money can provide hospitality

But

Money can create rift
Money itself can’t give peace
Money can’t give health
Money can’t prevent death
Money can’t replace love
Money can’t make one a genius
Money can’t give you sleep
Money may make one greedy
Money will drive you out of Divine path

Money is villain to your conscience but hero to your desires

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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