If the money started speaking what would be the scenario. What would be it's soliloquy?
Venerable for the Poor's
Mundane for the doers
Well,I run the world
Vague are the words
Contagious is my ink
Sharper than the swords.
Money, a part and parcel of our life. If it will start lending him our ears, it would be tyrannical. The money would have the word of its master. The ambiguity that would be lying beneath the uncertainty would be unpredictable. It may shudder the earth or emblazon that with blossoms. It's the chasm, separating skyscrapers to the marginalized bottoms.
