Baby, you are soft and sleek, <br />Wearing cotton and linen dress, <br />Attiring security thread, so clear, <br />The soil's water mark, run over, <br />Who make you so authoritative? <br />Every human falls for your eye wink, <br />The colors chosen to brighten you, <br />Every one of you worth to be adored, <br />When men's sweat worth your value, <br />Who make you so perfect? <br />How many master engravers work on you, <br />To have the perfect portrait and border, <br />Are you exposed to UV lights to get burnt? <br />After bathing, you do go for press setting, <br />Everyone work on you to make your mold, <br />The details of dots, fine lines, design and text, <br />Historical images on your face, <br />The signature at your hips, <br />Tight security at your birth place, <br />Transferred to the destinations, <br />In armored vehicles, <br />When you go on the streets, <br />With the siren on and blinking, <br />Everyone looks at you in desperation, <br />The children shouts, ‘Money, Money', .<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-making-money/
