'unless you work for me'said the money keeper
'and earn a few pennies' to a poor grass reaper
oh, my own, my almighty, i will pray to god
to give you access to some magical sword,
the money man seeming thoughtful said,
oh and do not forget to bring your elder son Dower
he might like to go through my unbuilt tower
and might have an hour in the shower
there was a tower, where the boy toiled hard
worked through the day to earn in that 200sq. yard
and oh! the shower flowing through the pipes for the lean
just to make those cars and windows clean
Dower did the work and was happy enough
to make his father happy with his working stuff
while the money man still thought'its me who bluff'
but in the real terms, the sensitivity of a mans heart can turn
life to even a dead's burnt urn
the boy through which i personally learn
that throughout the life we can only earn
is we should share our welfare(money) and the win
to get rid of the mans cardinal sin
prakhar mishra
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