Money O! Money

Money, money and money,
The world runs after money;
Some die ‘cause of money,
And some die for money.

The money rules the world,
The world is its creator.
But now the world is afraid -
For the money has turned to be its destroyer.

The money is the ruler,
The world is its slave;
The money has turned the world -
Into a grave.

The money drew the line -
Between the rich & the poor;
The money created infelicity,
That’s to be sure.

poem by Nilesh Roy
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Remember The Oak Tree

Remember the oak tree?
Hovering over the yellow house,
In the midst of which we fell so free
That was useful to everyone including a mouse.

Remember the oak tree?
When we set up our tyre swing
While my mother and
your mother had some tea,
And listened across town for
the bells of the Church to ring.

Remember the oak tree?
Sheltering us from all the harsh weather
And providing us shade while we shelled the peas
During the long hot summer we spent together

Remember the oak tree?
Under which we would always play and sit.
Can’t you see

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poem by Nilesh Roy
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