money on its slippery ends,
always moves,
sometimes against its rules,
sometimes forged by some fools,
and,
sometimes robbed by some goons,
so unlike food,
it never fills you,
more of it creates disquietude,
and less of it despairs you,
if you're a commoner,
then money is a nightmare for you,
run behind it,
and from your men it distincts you,
but fulfills the dreams of you,
in this world satisfied ones are few.
- Vishnu Jayaraj Menon
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