Brinda. D
The way we’re treated, by near and dear,
Depends on our father’s income, it is so clear,
Relatives’ behavior, changes with our wealth
Money speaks loudly, in their words and way.
Their talk, their look, their care and concern,
Love and affection, all seem to change
They see the wallet’s weight,
not the heart’s true love
If money is plentiful, their faces shine bright
But when it’s less, their reactions change, it’s true,
They may not see, the goodness
They forget that money is not permanent
Money comes and goes,
But love and kindness,
are the values that truly stays and grow.
one who understands us a genius
Let’s remember, money’s not the ultimate
love and character truly matters the best,
For love is genuine, it can’t be bought or sold,
It’s the heart’s treasure,
Brinda. D
GRADUATE TEACHER,
GOVT HIGH SCHOOL,
MELPATTAMPAKKAM
CUDDALORE, Tamilnadu India
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