The world is a slave to money

Md Hossain Jaker

 

This world is a slave to money
- - - Md. Hossain Jaker

No money
Life is useless,
Dreams are elusive.
The reality is cruel,
Averse to relatives,
Love is lost.
Love fails,
Hope becomes Sarinda,
The smile on lover's lips disappeared.
Invitation impossible,
Compassion,
Friendship is fragile.
Marriage fantasy,
Love night ridicule,
Evaluation is zero.
Worship is incomplete,
How much more?

  • Author: Md Hossain Jaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2021 08:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    You have something there, Md. I need just enough money to live comfortably (implies a roof over my head, enough to eat and so on), need just enough to allow me to achieve whatever modest aims I have in life. Without, all goes to s…. well, as you so eloquently described.
    What I loathe is the accumulation of vast quantities in the hands of so few, while many….

  • heatherbee

    So right with these words.

  • FredPeyer

    The only people who say money is not important are the ones who have it. You made your point very well!



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