Written by: Manavi Regmi - 27007, Grade IX
Posted on: 13 March, 2024
Money,
one rupee, five rupees,
Fifty or a thousand?
How can money make dreams come true?
A piece of paper
Those who don't have to worry about daylight
The begetter of greed,
creator of money-pain,
And the creator who runs the world.
Money,
A piece of ‘jabo’ sheet with numbers drawn on it
Scammers and organ sellers
The sign of happiness or the nose of love?
The reason for the quarrel is this money,
The burden of development, the giver of destruction,
This money is the friend of luxury.
Money,
two word games,
Two days' worth, and two tortures-
Where to fly and where to hide
If you get it all mine, if you don't get it, it's a million bucks
Need money anyway,
How to live here without eating food?
Money,
This is what drowns all,
Making helpless, tormenting, crying, withering.
If not, shout, if yes, shout
Jabo Paisa - To eat, to live, to live
To laugh, to laugh, to laugh
How much money do you give? To understand?
Money,
one rupee,
I begged for it, take it away
How hard is it to earn?
Work, work
Adjust the setting, make ten people
I don't give money for free
Don't come begging to be rich.
Money,
A rupee is too much - if you are an Arab, sleep will fly away
Begging happens, theft happens
Instead ask a hundred people,
Why eat, sleep today.
Forget millions and millions.
Life is one
A life of happiness runs on a rupee
Here you can get a complete life for a single rupee.
