Money

The day was at the stage of twilight, 
He entered the forest with all his might. 
A couple of medical plants was his aim. 
Grey bearded, the wizard had a weak frame.

His wand was made out of fine oak
His dilapidated condition made him look broke. 
All of a sudden, he casted a diabolic spell, 
Was the expression of agony? or of anxiety, one couldn’t tell.

His spell had worked,lying there was a body covered in gold,
His move was true yet cold. 
Because, the body, was that of a huge ogre, 
The wizard couldn’t go near the giant because of the unbearable odour.

He started thinking, how an ogre landed in that part of the forest.
Was it because of the stone he had found on the crest? 
Could it be possible that he found a treasure? 
Was it his destiny or a coincidence, he wasn’t sure.

The wizard went back home with a grin, 
Oblivious to the fact that he had committed a sin. 
The stone was powerful, it turned him into an alchemist, 
Swallowed by hunger, it turned him into a narcissist.

He forgot his older good, all his acts of benevolence, 
Wealth had forced him to commit more malevolence. 
Ultimately his desire, consumed him, 
His possibility of coming back was certainly dim.

All that was left was a palace full of gold, 
With a lonely wizard who couldn’t stop from growing old. 
Like every being, he died without taking anything, 
Instead he could’ve used it to help every poor living thing.

Remember money is what will bring you name, 
At that time, people are your friends, they’ll claim. 
But once that money leaves your hands, 
You’ll be left to yourself and your lavish demands. 
So use that wealth for doing something right,
The poor and weak deserve a fight, 
Against ego, superiority and pride, 
It’s time we take every oppressed life’s side.

– Madhur