Money

You are the mean for survival,

But I am tired of running behind you,

You allure me to reach you,

I stride towards you,

You deceive as mirage,

You never give me a chance or choice,

To follow my dream,

To follow my heart either.

You blindfolded me,

I followed only the paths you showed,

You are reckless and ruthless,

Even after a decade,

You choose to be far from me,

I keep longing for you,

As mystic and miracle,

Indeed, you can do many wonders,

Why do you hinder to bring a wonder to me?