Let me not to the land of bills,
How life there would be, wonder I.
With tranquil days and weeks of shy
Where tears too stand like tall hills.
Greed, proud be never,
As you're limbed with notes and engraved stones,
Love isn't greed-boned
That once I did even ponder.
Let me not to this hell-like heaven,
Hope, there would be an angel
With neither greed where evils dwell
Nor with the money madness of men.
If greed shall grow in this eternal platform,
To us we shan't reach and the men shall God become.
Saheb Mohapatra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-not-to-the-land-of-bills/
