How strange is this game of wealth,
Let me share a tale, a story of stealth.
There once was a girl, with a heart full of love,
In her world, all was bright, like stars up above.
One night, a scream pierced the calm of her sleep,
She woke with a start, her heart took a leap.
She found her family, in a battle so dire,
Fighting over money, their voices like fire.
Confused by the chaos, she sought to understand,
Why did love fade, when money took command?
As she grew older, the truth came to light,
Her father was sick, lost in a fight.
But the funds were too few, their hopes growing dim,
Her father was fading, it felt like a whim.
Relatives turned cold, with accusations so cruel,
Her mother was blamed, as if she broke the rule.
Then one day, amidst all the strife,
She saw another, struggling for life.
A person in pain, alone in despair,
She thought of her father, and how life isn’t fair.
“I’ll help them,” she whispered, her heart full of grace,
But people just scoffed, with scorn on their face.
“Why would you bother? You’re losing your mind!
Helping a stranger? You’re one of a kind.”
So she gave all she had, with a heart pure and bright,
Yet when she returned, there was no sign of light.
People just whispered, “Oh, she’s gone mad,”
Her kindness was laughed at, they called her so bad.
If she’d helped her father, would they have thought twice?
Or would they have said, “Why bother? Just sacrifice”?
How strange it all seemed, when times were tough,
Her own turned away, as if that wasn’t enough.
Why do we falter, when the chips are down?
Why do we turn, when the world wears a frown?
In the moments of struggle, where’s the bond we hold dear?
Why do our own kin disappear, leaving nothing but fear?
So here lies the lesson, in this tale so grim,
In the game of money, love can grow dim.
But a heart that’s still beating, that dares to extend,
Is the light in the darkness, the love we must mend.
-Sukriti
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