I asked my own heart,
to learn that money is short living,
while love live long to be eternal.
Those who long for money,
just join the lot with water bubbles,
just getting depleted on its own,
within a short-while of existence,
or getting depleted by a simple touch.
Love flowers and flowers,
spreading its fragrance all over,
spreading its own honey to float over,
that can never be bought by money.
Money buys just short living passion,
that inflate and rise up the passion,
penetrating deep and getting stuck,
then getting depleted of its air and strength,
to be just thrown away like a depleted balloon.
Now, tell me friends,
whether you want love or money.
Love is love unparallel and ever growing,
over-reaching the sky to that space of eternal peace,
vision of love be the mission of one's lives,
ever flowing love like Ganges from Himalayan heights!
Is there anyone to love without money?
Who are all there for money sans love?
Money, the more you spend,
get depleted without coming up;
Love, the more you give,
the more you get and generate love;
Experience this to believe it,
And, lead the mortal in you to immortality,
To make Taj Mahal the unparallel symbol of love in you.
