There is something in my pocket known as money
without it the day is not sunny
to gain it we have to do a lot of hard work
to save it we have to do a lot of smart work
we can buy anything with money
it is so sweet like the taste of honey
Oh dear money how are you?
I am unhappy because of all of you.
all of you are wasting my strength
I want to go on a weekend
I am every time in your pocket
or else moving here or there like a rocket
you all every time misuse me
u all think that u have a money tree
Oh dear money
I m very sorry
we will keep u in full protection
u should be in full satisfaction
we will keep u in the bank
it is like a big money tank
There is something in my pocket known as money
Without it the day is not sunny
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Rishabh's Randoms
PoésieThese poems are my original creations Written on random topics with no connection