Money

I met the money in the mall
Happy and cheerful spreading in all

I met her out on the door
Begging some children on the floor

I met her in bank in her home
Dreams and dooms in many form

Making all prisoners, prisoner of all
Pride for someone, some reason for fall

Need and greed, she is on shore
Critical illness, critical cure

Secret she shared she stay there long
Where self is awaken, life sung lovely song