Well, I had heard that money is a good slave but a bad master. I found it true when money took the lead, aligning all it’s masters in ques outside the Banks, Post offices and ATMs, following the invalidation of 500 and 1000 rupee notes in India.
The rich went to the poor, asking for some currency change,
The poor wanted to help, but the pockets were out of range!
The real change was here, the slave became the master,
There was anxiety-fear-tension, growing manifold thereafter!
Money that gave wings to day-dreams, failed successfully in granting vision,
Money that gave bungalows-cars-gold, started ending up in wrong decisions.
The rich were becoming richer, the poor were becoming poorer,
For only food-clothing-shelter, the clarion call came nearer!
Money that serves hungry stomachs, money that blankets uncovered men,
Money that lights up dark homes, is money well spent as per my pen.
Often money can purchase, the not on sale satisfaction,
But only when yours lies in reflecting other face’s reaction!
It’s a bad master, it can drive you down the criminal lines,
Make it a destined slave, spending wisely over intoxicating wines.
I hope soon the gap bridges, there be no distinction of poor from rich,
It’s not about money but your heart, and the time you amend your stich!
It’s true, the commom public is facing a lot of problems in exchanging old currency for new one, but this is a necessary evil for a much brighter future.